To My Boy

Austin,

You are now 4.  I'm getting this letter off late, but better late than never they always say. 

The day that you turned 4, you turned to your dad and I and said, "Since I'm four, I'll do what I want, and I'm the boss."  And I will tell you little man, you have taken that completely to heart.  Since your birthday, you have become even more independent than you were before.  You want your way, and you want it now.  If you don't get your way, your attitude is bigger than a house.  It's been difficult for us to say the least, but at the same time, makes us laugh so hard at the strong willed boy you are becoming. 

However, you aren't all piss and vinegar, mister.  Your personality is amazing to me.  You can make anyone laugh at the drop of a hat; and the things that come out of your mouth sometimes leave me standing in shock.  Some good some bad, but I'll take it! 

One of your favorite things to do at this age is help me cook.  Anything I am doing in the kitchen, you have to drag your stool in and help me.  Even if helping in your book means licking sugar (or flour...yes you are special) off the kitchen counter.  You love when I make you a pancake in the shape of a car, and I'm waiting for the day when you ask me to make Spiderman or some other ridiculous form.  And chances are, I'll try, and you'll love it just the same.  That's just how you are.  You have a huge, huge heart. 

You ask me every day if we can cuddle.  You scoot right up under my arm with a blanket and lay there and watch cartoons.  Then you get a silly bone and go wild.  Seriously, wild.  You think the silliest things are the funniest things, and I love that about you.  You love your sister to death, and try to make her laugh when ever she cries.  Even when she isn't crying, you are always doing some silly antic to make her laugh at you.  You have been the best big brother, and I have no idea what I was so worried about. 

You have a huge obsession with The Hulk right now.  And I'm not talking about the cartoon.  I'm talking full blown real 80's TV show Hulk.  You watch it every day.  Heck who am I kidding, you watch it multiple times a day.  And when you aren't watching it, you run around growling and clawing stuff like you are Hulk.  You want to be Iron Man for Halloween, but I'm really thinking of getting you a Hulk costume and painting your face green.  You'd be perfect!

To sum up- you're perfect.  You are handsome, loving, silly, playful, strong willed, and a fantastic big brother.  I couldn't ask for a better son than the one you are.  I love you so much- and I hope you never forget that.  I will probably be the mom running up to you for kisses when I drop you off in 8th grade.  No, I'm kidding, that would be embarrassing.  Well, I might.

Love you Boog!

Mommy