This was one of the more gratifying weekends, parenting-wise. HR was at his best, being a fun and funny and relatively relaxed little pal. Yesterday he and I had a conversation that ran our entire walk to the playground. It's moments like that when he feels like such a big kid to me, I can hardly process it. In a few weeks we're signing him up for full-time pre-K for the coming fall, which is great for all parties, but to pull back and think about it, that we're two months out from his fourth birthday, that's a lot of WHOA. As for sleep issues, I've decided to resume full on don't ask/don't tell. Nobody needs to know the details unless I strike a magical solution for perfect bedtime. For now, it's good enough.
This guy in general though: better than good, more than enough.
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