Henry turned 4 years old last week. First I’m going to share Henry’s Birthday Interview. Hopefully I can remember to do this each year.
What is your name? Henry George W____
How old are you? Three! (he’s really 4, and we have tried to teach him that)
What is your favourite thing to do? Play at school.
What do you want to be when you grow up? A Builder!
What is your favourite food? Sandwiches
Who do you like to spend time with? Daddy!
What do you do really well? Building train tracks.
What makes you laugh? You (aka Mommy)
What is the best time of the day? When Daddy gets home!
What are you afraid of? My teachers at school because they make too much noise.
Who is your best friend? Jacob!
What do you like to do with your family? Eat breakfast.
What do you love to learn about? Bugs! (April was Bug month at his school)
Where do you like to go? Nowhere
What is your favourite book? The Firetruck one (I don’t know which book this is)
Henry at 4 years old is such a character. He’s sweet and loving. He tells me all the time that he loves my cheeks and my hair and my glasses. He tells me that he will love me forever! And I will hold him to that. Henry also has SO.MUCH. ENERGY. He never stops moving unless he is asleep. He fidgets, he runs in circles and he will sometimes lash out and punch or hit people. Not to be mean (though we are trying to teach him that hitting and punching are always mean), but just because he needs to get energy out. I’m trying to find more ways to use up his energy so this doesn’t happen. He almost never stops eating either. I pretty much spend all my time making him snacks and I have to bring so many along with us when we go out. He’s always hungry.
Henry loves to build! Building train tracks: He will spend hours in his room playing with his train table. Rarely actually driving the trains around, but instead changing the track. Sometimes just small parts of it, but mostly destroying the existing track and starting from scratch. Sometimes the table isn’t big enough and he moves the whole thing to the floor and it over takes our second story. Building blocks: He will sometimes build towers but usually he builds tracks/parking garages/ tunnels for his cars. Now that Tilly can crawl and is a threat to these buildings, he will tell me he needs alone time with his blocks and take them up to the landing to play there out of Tilly’s reach.
Siblings: Henry is an amazing big brother. Sometimes I pretend threaten to leave William places to get William moving, and Henry always gets so mad at me saying “We can’t leave without William because I need William! William is my brother”. Henry is always going up to Tilly and rubbing her head while saying “I love you Tilly and you love me”. If Tilly is napping he will ask me where she is over and over again.
Henry loves to be outside and he is really happy that it’s warm enough for the water table. He always asks us where the sand table is and um…we don’t have one. I think that is a hint that we need to get one. He loves to get dirty and will take his shoes off to feel the dirt with his feet (even though he has socks on). The amount of dirt in his rain boots at all times is actually alarming.
Henry still has trouble listening/obeying but I’ve just discovered that if I give immediate consequences, he will listen. Like “Henry if you don’t give William a turn I will put that toy in timeout and no one gets to play with it” works but just “Please let William have a turn” doesn’t. “I will either make you a snack when I am done what I’m doing, or I won’t make one at all. You choose.” works great but “Yes Henry when I am done what I’m doing I will make you a snack” just leads to him whining and sometimes throwing a fit because he needs a snack now. It’s a learning curve for both of us.
I think he’s pretty on par for his age and I’m really proud of him. He’s loving and helpful and smart and impatient and challenging. He wants to be independent but still makes me kiss his owies better. He’s getting so big! But he’s still so little too. I’m cherishing every moment and I’m proud to be his mom.