Help me. My kid is growing like a weed. A weed sucking up huge amounts of hose water. His plump cheeks are thinning out, soon he'll be all little boy. He's even getting blond hairs on his legs. He's changing right before our eyes and yet it's taken me looking through pictures from March to catch on. When August came home I noticed how big Liam was in comparison, but I think that happens to everyone who brings a newborn into a once-solitary toddler abode.
His appearance isn't the only thing changing. He's doing all sorts of "little boy" things. WHO'S TEACHING MY CHILD THE WAYS OF THE GROWN-UP WORLD? Oh, yeah ... I forgot, the kid is semi-brilliant. The other day he informed me that my name was "Mama Gardner." If you're thinking of puking right now ... you obviously don't have kids. Every parent thinks their child is the smartest in all of the land. It's true and it will happen to you if you don't have one yet. I promise. He's always doing things to amaze us. Recently I snapped a picture of him concentrating on something he was drawing. When I approached he said, "Drawing an elephant." I expected to see some scribbles and such, but what I saw ... floored me. IT WAS A FREAKIN' ELEPHANT!
Since our boy has started preschool he's been painting, doodling and drawing nonstop. We decided to start a mural in his playroom of his artwork. I've put aside some that we'll frame, but why let the others collect dust in some random box in the garage. He looks forward to helping Mom hang up his masterpieces after school. Mom does too.