My Little Sausage Turns 4
The growth chart we keep of our kids grew a row longer yesterday as Felix turned four.
Not quite as impressive as this but I'm glad I do it and that I haven't forgotten to do it on any of their actual birthdays so far.
I have an idea floating round in my head to create a website that lets parents build their own charts. It wouldn't take much doing. One day maybe.
Anyway, here's to my special little Sausage McDinkle Face. He makes me such a proud father. I couldn't choose a favourite but I'd be lying if I said the fact he was male and my first born didn't make him just a teeny weeny bit special.
I could watch videos of my kids all day long. Here's one of my favourites of Felix from a while back, which I watch with no sound and it makes my want to cry every time.
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Happy Birthday, Felix! I remember being 4... what a tremendous time that was! Dad had a hard time convincing me to turn 5, but I eventually gave in.
There's a good story book for little girls (and there Daddy's) titled "Dance Me Daddy". Hard not to choke up while reading that to your daughter.
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Can you really remember being 4?! I wish I could. My memories of my childhood are lacking. I only have the odd memory or two of anything under 10.
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The things I can remember from my youth are startling. Some of them I'm sure would keep a psychologist busy writing papers for a while. Plenty of these before I was walking.
But yeah! A lot of great things happened when I was 4. I got my pedal tractor - green with white rims on the back tires and red caps in the middle. I remember tying my saucer sled to the back, loading up some of the wood my dad had cut and pedaling up the snowy driveway with my big load of three logs or something. One painful memory is playing in the front yard (house was in the woods beneath towering oaks) bare footed and stepping on acorn hulls. Vivid memory there!
I have one really great memory from when I must have been 2 because we moved into the house in the woods when I was 2 1/2 and correlating the memory with my Dad's recollections puts it at the time we were first visiting the property. The memory is of oat growing in the field up front and my dad taking a grain head in his hands, rubbing it till the chaff fell off and giving me a raw oat to chew on.
Maybe you had a pain free upbringing? :-) Pain, color and taste seem to be big triggers for my memory.
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