 |
| Caleb turned 4 back in June and I am barely blogging it now. But with morning sickness raging and everything else going on I am amazed I am blogging it at all. |
 |
| You wanted to cut your hair to look like Daddy's. You did a pretty good job if you ask me. You did this the day that I found out that I was pregnant. |
 |
| I was too lazy to put the training wheels back on Hyrum's old bike so I stuck you on it without any and you just took off. |
 |
| We had a little family party at Grandmas with his new slip and slide and some cousins. |
 | |||||
| Caleb you are a great big brother.....well most of the time. ;) |
Fun things that I want to remember about you at this age:
You still can't say any of your guttural sounds like C and G but you can tell when we say them wrong so your talking is cute. If we ask you to say it correctly you just roll your eyes and say," I tan't say it."
We went to a friends house to watch an outdoor movie a few nights ago and you had to go to the bathroom really bad. Our friends mom said you ran into the bathroom, slammed the door, and then came out a few minutes later with wet pants but you raised your arms above your head in a victorious stance and said, "yes, I almost made it."
You are sneaky as a mouse. If any body has a drink or food laying around you sneak up and take a sip or bite and then sneak off. I have even seen you do it to strangers drinks and I never know if I should say anything to them or not.
You are fearless and will try anything. When your 15 year old cousin did a back flip off of the slide at Grandma's house you promptly climbed up after him and did a front flip off of it before we could stop you.
You pray that your Aunt Debbie will have a baby almost every prayer you say...including arguing with your primary president, who was needlessly trying to help you say a prayer, until she let you say it in your primary prayer. You are very aware of others.
You and Hyrum play so roughly that I never know if or when I should break up your games because one of you always ends up in tears.
Anyway, I could go on and on but we sure love our "Tabub." (That's how you say your name). HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY.
