If I could bottle my kids up (not that I want to) at any age, it would be four. I just love this age.
Imagination. Curiosity. Fresh enthusiasm & wonder for just about everything. Humor. Fun. Still cuddly. Still at home.
I love it.
I can't possibly record all the things Beau has learned so far as a four-year-old.
I talked about some of them in thoughts important to me, here.
I took these pictures of him as he hit four-and-a-half late this summer.
End of summer freckles. Tying his sneakers. Writing his name.
This is my last year with Beau (or any of my nestlings) home from school.
He's growing very well prepared.
Me? Not sure that's possible.