somefatchick

Why, oh why, oh WHY do I stay up late on Sunday nights? Not only do I have to wake up at 5:43, but I also don’t get home from school until nearly 10:00. And of course, in the hours between, I’ve got to keep up with the energy and demands of a rambunctious 4-year-old boy. I don’t usually write about Thomas on here, but it’s been one long day, and he’s the clearest thing in my head right now.

These days, for better or worse, I’m not alone at work. The bosses have sold their business, and they’re both currently at home a lot. This has led to a few super-easy days (Let’s All Go To Mommy’s Ultrasound And Great-Grandpa’s Urologist Day! Let’s Go Sit At The Doctor’s Office For Three Hours And Find Out That Thomas Has Strep Throat Day! Let’s Go To Karate/Gymnastics Class Day!), but it’s also led to a lot of fits and whining. If Thomas doesn’t like something, he goes running to the office to bother his parents. He doesn’t want me, he wants them. Again, there’s a good and a bad side to this. The good? I managed to not get strep throat from the kid, because he didn’t want to snuggle with me. The bad? He doesn’t understand that they’re actually doing business when they’re in the office, and he thinks that every day is a super happy funtime weekend.

Also? He’s four now, and he’s absolutely brilliant and terribly (yet hilariously) cheeky.

“I don’t want to sit down, Thomas.” Daddy leans against the kitchen counter. “I’m going to stand right here and wait for you to finish your strawberries”

“Okay, Daddy.” Thomas leans against the refrigerator. “I’m going to stand right here and watch you be patient.“

I took some photos of Thomas today while he was taking pictures with my old camera. It’s not really old at all, as I got it 2 months ago, but he’s taken more pictures with it than I have. Anyway, while I was reviewing the photos, I gasped at how OLD he looks now. There’s hardly a trace of the little munchkin I started watching 2 years ago. He’s a little boy now. He’s a kid. He’s growing up. My god, is he growing up.

He looks serious in the pictures I took, because he’s concentrating on his own photography. He works really hard at setting up the exact shot that he wants. It’s why I’ve pretty much given him free reign with the camera. I want to encourage this trait in him, because it reminds me of how I always was as a kid. I don’t want to hold him back if he’s got such meticulous interest in it. And, if I do say so myself, the kid has some talent. I wouldn’t dare let him touch MY! FANCY! NEW! CAMERA! but I’ll certainly let him play with the Kodak EasyShare (which I purchased at CVS for less than $30 out of pocket after clever use of coupons and ECBs BECAUSE I AM AWESOME!) to his little heart’s content.