Well, my baby is growing up. He's four today. He'll start preschool next week (anyone remember Shirley Jackson's Charles?), he's asking to play soccer again, he's got a memory and directional sense that is better than mine, and he's impossibly cute (though we don't tell him that)! He really seems like he has the best of Jon and of me. I hope he stays that way. I can't believe he's been around for four years--it seems like forever and then it seems like just yesterday! So, with age comes responsibility. Now that he's four, Noah has official "jobs" to do. We started a new chart last night, and he gets to put up chart pieces for remembering to make his bed and set the table. We're attempting these things just to see how he does with the responsibility. He's trying hard, and that's the main thing. He knows we make the bed in the morning, but I'm making him do more than watch me and throw a few animals back on. In fact, he's been known to remind Jon on Saturdays that they have to make his bed before he goes downstairs (and you know I was secretly snickering under my covers--Jon couldn't very well tell him no after that). But it's slacked off lately, so we're stepping back up. Setting the table is pretty new. He took it very seriously tonight, but we'll see what happens when the novelty wears off. Shouldn't take long!
