Since he shows no signs of ditching the threenager act any time soon, I’ve decided to take some time to focus on my son’s better qualities. When I find myself wanting to throw Ames Emmanuel out of the window, I will choose instead to stare at photos of his dirty, beautiful face. I will choose instead to be grateful for this precious gift.
He introduces himself as AMES… LIKE AMES WIFFOUT DA JAY.
He doesn’t want a haircut until Lucas gets one.
He plays quietly and independently after waking.
He uses cute phrases like I SURE CAN when asked to do something.
He has the world’s smallest nearly-four-year-old feet.
He loves babies, especially his younger sisters.
He has his daddy’s (and big brother Avery’s) legs.
He expresses his thanks for the simplest of things, like groceries.
He has a memory like nobody I’ve ever met.
He can dress himself and enjoys picking out his clothes.
He calls me Momma, and he gives me grace.