I don't need to tell all of you about how much of a blog slacker Ive been for the last year (or, ahem - two) but I'm on a mission to get back.
One of the reasons is that I was really proud of myself for writing the kids' birthday letters over here. I'm not great at taking pictures and Carter only got half a baby book filled out. Poor kid.
So I'll start back with Clay. I missed last year's birthdays. Your last one was when you
turned 4.
I'm sorry babe. I think five was good for you. You went to Transitional Kindergarten and blazed through it. You're an awesome reader and can multiply in your head. And then, not surprising to anyone, just skipped to first grade.
Your brother, Carter, is always the trailblazer and so LOUD and smart that most of the time your incredible intelligence sneaks by without us noticing until we actually pay attention to what's going on in your head. I guess that's the curse of the middle child, huh? But when we slow down and watch you read, or watch you explain how something works, or listen as you answer 2nd and 3rd grade math problems in your head at the tender age of 5, we remember.
But mostly, you're just SO SWEET, and kind, and thoughtful. You still love to snuggle and have someone lay with you at night.
You are so forgiving. You take the brunt of the "next time" or "later" or "not tonight" because you are the most agreeable. I'm not saying this is fair by any means. But your brother and sister are mostly just so
unforgiving.
I am more likely to buy you a treat somewhere just because. Does that count for something? Please say yes. Because I know being the middle kid isn't the most fair. And I know that you know. You point it out occasionally. But me and Daddy and trying. We never want you to feel like the middle kid. We love you SO MUCH. Always remember that we do.
These days you're into riding your bike (which you did at 3 by the way! Earlier than any of your siblings! You can always rub that in their face later in life. I give you permission.) You love playing with friends and being rough and wrestling. You have really enjoyed soccer and basketball this past year. You're such a boy. But you are also so capable (and very good!) at playing with girls, and playing with your sister. You've got the whole package babe. You are smart, and kind, and extremely good looking (Zoolander?). I'm pretty certain I'll be standing in-between you and many o' ladies in the upcoming years.
Clay, the day you were born a very special thing happened between the two of us. I still feel it every. single. day. I hope you always do too. I love you!