Four years old

Well, my baby is four. He's been four for about three weeks now, and I have to say, four is pretty fun. But I still can't believe he's four. (That's only one year away from five, and five is a big deal!)

At his 4 year old check up this week, Snick weighed in at 38 pounds and he's 40 inches tall. Both right around the 50th percentile. Over the last year, he grew three inches, and the average between age 3 and 4 is only two inches.

He is such a sweet boy. He's waiting so patiently for his little brother to arrive. He hugs and kisses and "zerberts" his little brother (a.k.a. my tummy) about 40 times a day. He says, "I love you, little brother!" about 60 times a day. Tonight when I said it was getting more and more uncomfortable to wash the dishes now that I have to stand so far away from the sink, he ran right over, and said, "Could I get you a chair, Mom?" What a sweetie. He's been asking me lately, "How many more days until the baby comes?" but he seems ok with my answer that nobody knows!

We spent Snick's birthday at my parents' house, since it was the week of July 4th and so the working man of the house had some time off and the nightly rate at my parents' house is pretty affordable. He wanted a Lightning McQueen cake, and mom was happy to deliver. More tedious than I had planned, but Snick was happy, so I was happy!

For presents, we got him a bike, a helmet, and a few little pool toys.

 He was most excited about the bike bell that came with the helmet. We put it right on the bike, and for a few days after his birthday, he'd go check it out, ring the bell, and say, "Yep! Still works perfect!"

He's getting better and better at the bike. He needs a little nudge up a hill sometimes, but he's getting stronger and more coordinated. He's also learning about the brakes, thankfully! I'm looking forward to fall when we'll take him out for rides more frequently, because it will be less hot and I will be less pregnant!