OK, happy belated birthday. It has been a couple of weeks since your birthday, but it's been such a whirlwind summer of travel and fun that I haven't had much time to sit down and write.
You are now 4 years old. Oh my goodness, I can't believe it! It feels like just 10 minutes ago we were getting on that airplane in Kinshasa with you and Manny in our arms.
Peanut, you are such a sweet boy. We call you Peanut because you a little bit shorter than the average bear. The doctor said you're in the 38th percentile in height. But what you lack in height you make up in pure brute strength. You are in the 75th percentile in weight and it is all muscle. Clearly, your little body was created to climb!
You are such a fun and funny little person. You love to play jokes and have massive tickle fights. You love Spiderman and Thomas the Train. You love swimming and swinging and riding your bike. You LOVE your sister Louise (even when you're fighting like cats and dogs) probably because she is a little female version of you. But the one thing you love more than anything in the world is your Daddy. You are his constant shadow and companion. If he leaves the house without you it is a complete catastrophe!
You do not like sitting still, watching cartoons or taking naps. You are an all action--all the time kind of kid. If you're not moving, doing, building, fixing then you are not happy! But you are also super affectionate and so full of love and cuddles and laughter.
For about a month leading up to your birthday you sang yourself the Happy Birthday song at least once a day. It made me laugh every time.
JoJo you are growing up too quickly for this mama's heart. Please stay my little peanut just a little bit longer!
