Being three is hard work. Henry has been working hard each day trying to figure out how to navigate all the emotions (!) and balancing expectations with reality. Throw in some growth spurts. A move to a new city, school, church, life. And that makes for a lot for a little one.
We struggle a lot. Many days are so long and hard. Battle after battle. Fit after fit. But then there are the bright spots. The moments that we can see the progress. See the maturity. And think about how far he has come.
We are so proud of our little threenager.
This particular day his teachers told me "Henry is just the sweetest boy. Such a great kid!" when I picked him up from his class. He kindly read Jack and book on his bed while I was getting dinner ready. He picked up all the toys around the house. And he ate all of his dinner.
And these are all reasons to celebrate. And the best way to do that is with blue ice-cream.
Jack is reaping the rewards of being the second born. Because his behavior did not matter in this particular instance. And because Henry never would have had as many bites of ice-cream at his age as he got.