I can't believe Kells is going to be 4 in less than 2 weeks. It's just outrageous how fast they grow up. Not to mention it seems like a huge injustice on Father Time's part. Before I know it he's going to be a teenager and I'm going to want to kill him on an hourly basis and then he's going to graduate high school and I'm going to want to hold him closer than I do even now and keep him safe from the big world. Maybe I'm jumping ahead of myself though. It's just a scary thought. I don't care about me getting older, it's the fear of missing something in this blink of an eye that is his childhood. I guess the best way to not let it slip away is to keep reminding myself of all the great things he does.
The other day he got stung by a bee. When I asked him what happened he told me very seriously "Mom, the bee was flying in front of my face so I squished it, and it didn't give me any honey." (You know, because bees give honey!) The nerve of that bee!!
He went to the pumpkin patch with his daycare last week and I asked him how his day went. He was very excited to tell me all about the "HUGE hay castle" that went up and down and had tunnels and Oh my!!
Then:
Kells: "I rode on a tractor Mom!"
Mom: "did you go on a hay ride?"
Kells: "No a tractor ride!"
Mom: "Did you sit on hay bales?"
Kells: "There were no bells Mom" (as if that was the most ridiculous thing to say in the world.)
Most days I just look at him and wonder how I could have produced such an amazing little human being. I love this kid!
