(Because really, who doesn’t want to read stories about my kids?)
If you’re on Facebook, you saw this photo yesterday. It’s part of my photo-a-day Project 365—Day 50 already!—and I told a bit of his back story to go along with it.
The fact that this kid is always talking. I noted on Facebook that this picture’s deceptive because his mouth is actually closed in it. He’s a talker, like his mom! He’s funny too, though, so go figure. There must be some recessive humor gene.
Like yesterday and his “It’s the middle of the night and the monster says, ‘So do you still think I’m fake?’”
Or his conjecture “Who doesn’t like hot dogs, right?”
When I popped open a can of Whole30-approved sardines this morning, (Day 3 and going strongish!), he grimaced. “Ew,” he said, plugging his nose. “Eat that quick.”
(My kids think I’m crazy, and they’d be right.)
He starts speech therapy next month, and I must say I’ll miss some of his phrasings like “hork” and “hord”. (Bonus points if you can guess those words.) He does need to go to speech therapy, however, because if you’re not fluent in “George” than it’s easy to get lost.
Sigh. No more saying he’s “hize” years old.
George’s favorite things involve books and screens. He reads voraciously, from Farm Yard Tales to Garfield. (That would be his sister Angela’s influence.) He
likes loves Spiderman and Minecraft; he likes loves all things iPad; and he likes loves playing his big brother’s XBox.
In short, he’s your average 5-year-old.
Except he’s above average…
…’cause he’s mine. ; )