Once Upon a Time... Reese Edition

Once upon a time,

I gave birth to a son named Reese.

Reese LOVES to read. He reads road signs, cereal boxes, 

junk mail and newspapers, and all his older 

brothers' school books.

Many people are impressed by this 4 year old's love 

for words, and Mommy and Daddy are so proud.

 Reese is loving, sweet, wildly imaginative and incredibly 

animated. He tells great stories and gives the best hugs 

this side of the Mississippi.

 Today I am going to focus on these wonderful 

things about my son Reese.

Today, I am not going to focus on the fact that my 

four year old smarty pants downloaded over $200 in 

game apps on my old phone (totally didn't realize our 

credit card info was saved in the app store).

I am not going to think about how he found the 

phone again 2 days later and downloaded 

another $50 dollars in apps 

(for the love goose, set up a password).

I will not think about our trip to the grocery store where 

he yelled at me in the middle of frozen foods with 

such a bratty tone that I could practically hear the 

other consumer's thoughts "that boy needs 

some discipline."

  

And I definitely won't think about how he has made it a habit to

 produce a nails-on-a-chalkboard-ear-piercing scream every 

time his brothers do anything that he disagrees with.

And I will certainly forget our lovely experience at 

the ball fields where my spirited child decided he was 

mad at us, so he should just disappear for about 

5 minutes in a sea of baseball caps and soccer moms... 

creating that oh-lord-please-don't-let-my-child-end-up-

on-a-back-of-a-milk-carton panic that takes about 

10 years off my life expectancy.

 And lastly, I am not going to dwell on the fact that he 

took a bottle of glue and poured it all over the dining 

room table this morning... 

 

I mean after all, he was creating a masterpiece. 

 Nope, today I will just enjoy the quiet moments 

and remember this phase won't last forever. 

One day I'll miss this... 

But hopefully by then God will give me an 

adorable little grandson... who acts just like his daddy did... 

who gives his parents every bit of the joy he has brought 

to us ;) 

Love you Reesey

 

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