I’m not sure why it seems so funny to me, but as I watch our 3yo evolve and grow and show us new pieces of him, I can’t help but guffaw a little here and there.
I really like the word, “guffaw.” It should be used more.
He was an incredibly laid back baby. Such a snuggle mouse (still is), happy, funny, you name it. But as he gets older, there’s this competitive side to him that amazes me, and I can’t quite figure out if it’s because he’s a younger brother or if it’s really in his nature.
And truthfully,”competitive” might not be the best descriptor for him. Maybe it should be, “intense”.
Whenever I watch him at soccer or in a classroom at church or preschool, there he is, sitting close to the coach or teacher, asking for more.
Somersaulting with the ball between his feet before a “keek and run!”
His preschool teacher told me yesterday,
I love it! He finishes a work and then asks, ‘Will you teach me something NEW?’
He’ll also stop for a moment, look at me and say, “This is hard.”
But if I ask him if he’s still having fun?
It’s a resounding “YES” every time.
He’s a scrapper, that one.
I quite enjoy his evolution.