Our sweet boy Atticus is four. He is delightful and challenging like most children his age are. He is exhausting and frustrating and enlightening and inspiring. He says the absolute funniest stuff, and is really into hugging lately ("I need to hug you" he says nearly every morning and when he sees me again after a long day). He is super-duper cuddly and an awesome Lego builder. He loves his pink shirt handed down from Juna asks to wear it almost every day. He weighs a whopping 31 pounds and is the 5th percentile for height and 11th for weight. He LOVES going to school and can recite everyone's name and object from memory (Hunter House, Michelle Mouse, Lilas Lion, Camila Cat, etc. etc. His is Atticus Alligator). He can sight-read most three letter words and can read the entire first series of his Bob Books. His favorite foods are pasta, pizza, and macaroni and cheese, but chows down on raw cauliflower and carrots, any type of fruit, and Kashi GoLean Crunch. He is really into Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, and his other favorite shows are Super Why! and Arthur. He picked out an outer space water bottle for his birthday and thinks it's the coolest. We think he is.
|Opening up his present from Grandma Betsey and Grandpa Deven|
For his actual birthday, we bought a take-home pizza from Whole Foods and had ice cream cones for dessert. We took cookies to his school in the morning too, but he REFUSED to let anyone tell him birthday or to sing to him (he said his birthday was the day of his party... but, then he didn't let anyone do it at his party either). I think he just didn't like the attention, or he's already having a one-twentieth-life crisis about aging too quickly.
|He wore the birthday crown (pink, of course) for about two seconds and I got one lousy blurry photo|
|When we tried to sing Happy Birthday|
|Atticus LOOOOOOOOVES "Teacher Larda" as he calls her.|
You are awesome, Guy. Happy birthday!