October 9, 2004 - He grows, he runs, he "be good, mama!"-
"I be good, mama! I BE GOOODD!!!" he wails. My heart tears apart. Yep, it's bedtime.
We've been trying to get Everett to sleep in his own bed - at least a couple of times a week. But he has all kinds of strategies, tools, and smart little phrases to trick me into giving in.
Daddy sometimes tells him that he can come downstairs if he's good. So, he figures, all he has to say is, "I be good!" and he's scot free.
If that doesn't work, there's "I need you, mama, I need you!" pulling at my heartstrings. Or maybe inspire my curiosity - "Guess what, mama? Guess what?" If I ask "what?" he has nothing to say, except maybe an "I be good mom?"
I tell ya, it's a tough one. Four times out of five we end up giving in. It's too much stress to hear him cry.
So you want to hear about the growing? He was measured at 34 inches tall at his 2-year checkup. That was about three months ago. Now? He's at least 36, probably 37 inches. His pants are all too short. We went shopping for shoes. His size 7 boots used to swim on him. His running shoes? Size 10. They're a tad big, but getting better every day.
And boy does he run. He adores, loves, pines after the track. He asks to run every time he gets loose - from the car, from my arms, from the stroller. And off he goes - so fast that sometimes I have trouble keeping up. He doesn't have a long attention span with the running, but he can usually do a couple of laps around the track, with stops. A half mile at his age? By the time he's six I'm going to have him entered in 5Ks with mom and dad.
