Adam had his kindergarten celebration yesterday afternoon. They all took turns reading their project entitled:What I Want to Be When I Grow Up. Adam wants to be a paleotologist (which I can't even spell), but if he can't be that, he's told me that he'd be okay being a nurse like his mom. to which, if you would all allow me a brief pause: awwwwww. :) That put a smile on my face. We had a good conversation about how he could be a doctor like Uncle Jared or a lawyer like Uncle Seth and Luke, or a teacher like dad (and half the Cabbage clan), or a computer whiz like grandpa. So many choices. Adam loves to ask about the detail in things. I'm having a hard time keeping up most of the time.
Cole is between a rock and a hard spot, jumping between wanting me with him at all times and wanting me far far away from him. If I can get him to laugh, we're golden. He loves his attention when he asks for it. He's not one to be put off. I tell him 'just a sec' and he's done waiting. Funny guy. He's the first one to say good morning to us and loves to help dad pick his clothes out for the day. He makes excellent wardrobe suggestions. This morning, he thought dad should wear his brown shirt. Mike had a hard time convincing him that he couldn't do that, because he had just worn that shirt yesterday. He makes sure that daddy gets his wave good-bye from the porch every morning and has recently learned to crack an egg all by himself. He was appropriately proud of that.
Andrew is learning to modify his voice volume...almost. He does well until about 2pm, at which point, all bets are out the window. He loves building with the bionicles right now and pretending to be whatever his brothers are pretending to be. This afternoon, Cole and he decided that they were cicadas. Who breathed fire and yelled when they flew. At first, they told me they were aphids, but they had mixed up the pictures. I helped straighten them out. :) Andrew has helped me to let go of some things, and has convinced me that him and Cole are big enough to make their own sandwiches. That's been okay, actually. He insists on putting his own shoes on, opening doors by himself, everything. until he's walking down the hallway tripping and sobbing cause he can't figure out how to get his pants up from around his ankles. Life can be so rough when you're little.
Ben loves getting in everyone's way. Each of his older brothers have tripped on him at least once, which makes our little guy very sad, but he bounces back. No flesh wounds yet. Mostly, he likes to climb. His brothers have learned very quickly to move their floor toys up on the couch or table if they don't want him joining him (as in, they don't want him climbing up on them and messing up their intricately made stuff). His favorite game is climbing up on people. He can stand now, pull himself up, and he's crawled a tad here and there. It's so funny to watch, he'll shuffle on his knees and hands for a step or two, then plop down on his belly and go for it.
School gets out Thursday!!!
