Dear Tristan - 4 Years

Dear Sugar Bear,
You've turned four! The whole time you were three you kept insisting that you were four. Now that you're four you keep insisting that you are five. The grass is always greener, baby. Now that Summer is over, you are saved from the extreme boredom that you've suffered for the past month. We thought you'd be impressed with the Iron Man mask that we got your for your birthday. You were... mildly. The only thing that you were really interested in were the Light Up, Luminator Sketchers Tennis Shoes that you asked for. You see, your brother got a pair of new shoes for the school year. Inside of the box were pictures of the different superheros that went with each shoe. You became quickly fascinated with the Luminator character and decided you wanted those shoes for your birthday. To be sure we were clear on which ones, you carried the box around for a week and reminded us every 20 minutes or so, for several days.  

You are back in school and happy, happy, happy to be there. No more of that crying crap like last year. After being trapped with Mommy and brother in the house for the three months of Summer, you treat school like it's a blessing. And it is. For me.
Now that Connor has started kindergarten you both actually have the chance to miss each other. It's unbelievable. He comes home and the two of you actually run off together to play. You (sort of) even get along with each other. There's still some major screaming, and some hitting, and some snatching, but it's nothing like it was this summer.

You had your birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese this year. You weren't really interested in having a party there, except that's where Connor wanted to have his party, so that was your choice. During your party, you had the guest of honor at the head of the table. Right behind the head of the table was the Chuck E. Cheese show, with mechanical puppets, singing and turning on stage. You sat down in your seat, turned around and looked at the giant singing duck behind you and promptly decided there was no way in hell that you were sitting in front of that duck, bear or whatever that weird gopher thing was. You took a seat in the middle of the table so you could keep an eye on those things. You did get your picture taken with the mouse later, but seems like I remember having to bribe you.

I'm so proud of the little man you are becoming. I didn't even get a chance to write about your blossoming musical talent, your abillity to charm just about anyone or how your smile lights up a room. Next month.

Love you Sugarbear,
Mama