Growing up

Dawson lost his third tooth this weekend. He pulled it out himself. I can't believe he can pull them out on his own. He's brave. Now he can sing, "All I want for Christmas is my one front tooth!"

He is starting to recognize sight words. He can write and read many "-at" words. I'm so impressed with all he is learning in school. I look at him all the time and can't believe how big he is. The other night his teachers had a movie night for the kids at school. It started at 7 pm, his normal bedtime. We decided he could go if he rested in the afternoon. I just laughed that evening as Brett and I were so tired and ready for bed but we had to stay up and wait for our son to get home. Our five year old. When I picked him up that night he wasn't ready to leave because he wasn't tired. I told him he had to go because I was tired and ready to sleep!

Poor Kenan isn't quite as grown up. He is my sweetie but clumsy and has little body control. If he starts to lose his balance, he will fall. If you pick him up, he expects that you will do all the work and he can just hang- even when you put him down. The poor boy is always hurting himself. Two weeks ago he dropped a cement block on his foot. The other night putting on his pajamas he lost his balance and fell and hit his head on the corner of the wall. He went to bed with a big goose egg. As he said, "I can't lay my head this way or that way" because it hurt. When he said it I kind of laughed since I recalled him saying the same thing just a few weeks prior when he went to bed with a different bump on his head. And this nice mark came from falling off the side of the jump castle and landing on the corner of a contico container. Poor boy. Looks like his daddy rolled over him with the bike.

And this boy. Don't even know what to say. He is talking a ton, shares his opinion with everyone and with determination. He does well to make sure his voice is heard among his brothers. He loves animals, even if he isn't the gentlest with them. :)