Hayden and Layla's Place

Happy birthday, Hayden! August 8, 2011

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Hayden turned 4!  As John has written, he had big plans for what it would be like to be four, and I really have noticed a change in him.  He is already doing a better job of doing things by himself (eating, going potty, etc).  He also seems to be a little more agreeable.  Age three was a challenging age for us with Hayden.  He got to the natural developmental stage where he started testing his limits, so there was a lot of navigating to try to keep him from throwing a tantrum in public (sometimes we successfully navigated those waters, and other times we had to go into ABORT! mode).  He had a greater understanding that for any one scenario there were multiple options, and he did his best to protest if he didn’t like the option we chose.  But, already, I feel like we are not having to “talk him down” as much now that he is four.  I’m sure I just sealed my fate for a huge tantrum at some point today.

Here are some of the things about Hayden at three:

  • Started out at three loving cars.  Toy cars, race cars, cars on the road, Cars the movie, anything to do with cars.
  • The last few months his new thing is trains.  He is loving trains.  He was so excited when we went to England and he got to ride on real trains, as well as when we went to Colorado and we did various train-oriented things.  He got a bazillion train-related things for his birthday.
  • He does not like preschool.  He is always happy when I pick him up, but he never wants to go in the morning.  I remember never wanting to go to my babysitter when I was little.  Even though I liked her I would have rather stayed home.  So I understand, but it is sad, too.
  • He’s not hugely into sports at this stage.  He will kick a soccer ball around for a while with John, but hardly ever initiates it on his own.  He shows an interest in basketball, but hasn’t had a lot of opportunities to play.  He likes to play around with these toy golf clubs we have.  He’s taken gymnastics classes and swimming lessons and always been lukewarm about them.  He is going to be on a soccer team in the fall which John will coach, and I can’t WAIT for that!  It will be cool to see if he likes the element of a team sport.  We also plan to sign him up for basketball in the winter because whenever he sees people playing he wants to play.  And swim lessons start next week – not because he is interested but because John and I really feel it is time he learned how to swim, considering that he is around water a fair amount.
  • He loves to sing.  He often sings absentmindedly while he is playing.  My nephew asked me the other day while we were all at a water park why he sings so much.  I hadn’t even noticed, since I’m so used to it!
  • He loves macaroni and cheese.
  • He really loves his daddy.  He loves me, too, I think, but he has a really special bond with his daddy.  For the record, for the first 2 1/2 years he was a big mommy’s boy! 🙂
  • He loves Team Umizoomi.
  • Sometimes he can’t do things because his “hands are busy” (his hands are full).
  • He says “smorrow” instead of “tomorrow.”
  • He loves wearing shirts that have some sort of picture or cartoon on them.  It’s hard to get him to wear a regular shirt.

I can’t believe he is four already!  I still feel like he should be a newborn.  It’s been exciting watching him grow up, though.  Yesterday he was riding his bike that has training wheels, and he was so unsure at first.  John was helping him, and Hayden kept telling him be sure to hold him tight.  I was thinking it was so precious to see him learning to ride his bike, and it’s such a brief time in a person’s life that even as I was watching him I felt like I was already remembering it.  Time just goes too quickly.  I wish the kids could just stay my little people forever, but they keep getting older and bigger and I have to share them with more and more people.  Anyway, sure enough by the end of our walk with Hayden on his bike, he was zooming on up ahead of us, not worried about us holding on tight.

Love you, buddy.