Saturday, July 18, 2015

Three & a half years of Sal

Sal is three and a half now.

He's become quite a good little conversationalist, and I enjoy our discussions on the topics that matter to him--like what time does the garbage truck driver get to work? And does he take the truck home? If so, where does he park it? 

  Just a kid being a kid. Hello summer. 

I love trying to answer the burning questions of a three and a half year old so long as they don't begin with "mama, maama, maamaaa can I have some....."  The whining is not high on my favorite-things-my-kid-does list, but it comes with the territory, I suppose. From what I hear from other moms, it's par for the course. 

         Walking home from school

Sal is still loving going to school. He's only going once a week for summer so that he could partake in other fun classes that he and I chose before summer started. He's taking a science for preschoolers class that he loves and also has swimming lessons (which he doesn't mind as long as he doesn't have to go under) once a week, as well as gymnastics. 

          Sal's new "smile" for photos

This age is also very challenging to parent. From questions I don't know the answer to, to tantrums that come out of nowhere. It's Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. One minute sweet, and the next, well......let's just say, not so nice. I know it's just a "season", and this too shall pass, so for now, we are staying consistent with expectations and consequences and riding it out. Some days it feels like I'm failing him miserably as a parent, and others I know that he feels our love and is a content little guy. 

I've been trying more one on one time with him, as has Nick. In fact, as a reward for accomplishing a milestone, Sal got to go to his first movie in a theatre with Nick. They saw Minions. I'm not sure what was more of a hit.....the popcorn, movie or his very own soda?! He was quite thrilled upon their return from Minions and keeps asking to go to a movie "not in our house". 

       Playing Legos with his mama

He usually accompanies me to the market on Saturday mornings to help with the weekly grocery shopping. He's right behind me nipping at my heels (literally) with his small cart as we chat about what dinners we will make, and how many of each item are on our list. We never seem to get out of the checkout line without a bag of skittles, because how can I resist a boy who says, "oh mama, skittles! Those don't make Gino sick do they? You can have them with me". (He's quite interested in my dairyfree diet, and has actually paid attention to what I can and can not eat. Smart boy). 

   B"Smile, Sal!" And this is what I get...

He's still a small fry, barely breaking 32 lbs. He won't  stand still long enough for me to get a good measurement on height, but his 3t pants have become high waters as of late, so he's got to be growing. 

There's a saying that goes, " the days are long but the years fly by", which is absolutely how I feel about being this kid's mama. I have a hard time accepting that he is going to be FOUR in just six more months. 

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