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The Best Things about Carl (at 5 and a half years)


1. He is friendly and happy when meeting/greeting people.
2. He responds when I talk to him.  He doesn't always like what he hears but I always know he heard me.
3. Sometimes, he responds with a cheerful, "Yes, Mom!"
4. I love to hear him sing.
5. He expresses sincere gratitude without prompting.
6. His lego designs are surprisingly elegant.
7. His new belly button looks great.  He had surgery last month to repair an umbilical hernia and he was a really good sport about it.
8. I appreciate how very attentive he is to baby Leif.  He asks to hold him at least once every day and likes to sooth him when he's unhappy.
9. He is also really sweet with Sven, who is going through an emotionally turbulent time right now.  Carl likes to help his little brothers feel better.
10. I love to watch his pretend play.  Frequently, he and his friends pretend to be lego minifigures.  Carl holds his fingers in a c-shapes in imitation of the minifigure hands.  If he is suddenly still in a strange position, you know that he has been hit with the kragle-lizer!
11. His eyes have changed color and now they are greenish.  Kind-of like mine.
12. He is picking up phonics here and there on his own and his creative spellings are fun.
13. He pitches in to help without being asked.
14. He loves going to preschool
15. and is friends with everyone there.
16. I like his artwork.  His strokes are careful and deliberate; I think he will do well with handwriting next year.
17. He has bonded with his dad over left-handedness.  They are adorably proud of their sinister natures.
18. Sometimes he will come sit next to me and put his head on my shoulder.  I like that.
19. He adapts well to different environments.  He is really good at figuring out the rules of a given situation and responding accordingly.
20. He likes to use a British accent in his pretend play.  It is so charming!

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Oozaroo said…
Carl is amazing!

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