Billy is 57 months today. Although sometimes I think he’s actually 57 years old. He truly has an older soul in him that makes for hilarious moments around our house. I often have to remind myself that he is only four!
Billy is the saddest sick person EVER. When he is sick, he has the saddest puppy dog eyes. He doesn’t whine and moan about being sick, he just sits and looks so pathetic that you just want to wrap him in your arms and love him better. Of course, he doesn’t like being wrapped in your arms, so that isn’t really an option.
Billy is smart, in a sneaky kind of way. His preschool teacher told me last week that he is ready to read. The stinker won’t even always say his letters right for me … but I do hear him telling them to Rusty without any problems. Or he’ll simply say, “I don’t know” and then you hear him telling himself the correct answer less than a minute later. Billy will do things the way Billy wants to do them.
Billy likes schedules and routines. He loves knowing what is going to happen each day. He loves knowing what’s going to happen after he brushes his teeth. He is the best at ALWAYS washing his hands after using the bathroom.
Billy adores Ricky. Billy can be perfectly happy watching Ricky play the DS for hours. He wants to read what Ricky’s reading, play what Ricky’s playing, and go to school like Ricky. This adds to the problem of remembering that Billy is only 4. Billy does play great with Rusty, but his first choice is always Ricky.
Billy is competitive. If you turn something into a race, he’s more than happy to speed up and get ‘er done! Picking up toys, changing clothes, eating dinner … if he thinks he can be declared the winner, he’s all over it!
Billy has the hardest hair of the bunch! We had Ricky and his hair wouldn’t lay flat for the first 2 years of his life. We had Rusty whose stand-up hair was once called “magical” by my cousin. And we have Tommy who people pass at church and run their hand over the top of his hair like they are warming their hands on a fire. Billy’s hair was born stuck to his head and there it has remained. His hair is fine and very full and his hairline somewhat resembles a receding one … all of this makes for tricky hair days every day! If parting your hair right down the middle were to come back in style, Billy could be a cool lookin’ dude!
Billy says the darndest things. Today, at about 9:30 in the morning, Billy found me and asked for a piece of turkey. I suggested something more mid-morning snack appropriate like a granola bar. Billy said, “Sure. But don’t forget my turkey.” I seriously wish I could just record what he says all day because the stuff he comes up with just kills me!
After having waiting so long for Ricky, we weren’t sure we’d get a second baby. I’m so thankful for that day 57 months ago when I became a mother again. I sure do love you, Billy! You are totally my favorite 4 year old!
