Dear Beckett

Beckett, I don't even know what has happened. Maybe I blinked for a fraction of a second too long, but when I opened my eyes, you became a big boy. Blake was a difficult baby. He had reflux and low muscle tone and so so much more that I can't even remember to list them all. But he was difficult. We were ALWAYS at the doctor. He was very demanding. But you? You were a gem. Such a sweet smiley baby. And then after that first year Blake started to become happier and you became a bit....more demanding. Kind of as if you were saying that you were tired of playing second fiddle. And so for the past three years you have been challenging. You are a willful determined intelligent energetic little sprite. You have brought me to my knees in exasperation and frustration. You aren't a bad boy, just challenging. You remind me a lot of myself, eek! But lately? Oh my gosh. You have become this hilarious sweet compassionate well mannered little boy. Everything is please and thank you. You listen to what I am saying and you obey me. You want to climb onto my lap for a cuddle. You tell me that I am the best mommy in the world! Of course you also say you are the best Beckett in the world too;) You have become this agreeable little person that I can't get enough of. I want to capture the very essence of you and paint my soul with it. You are awesome! And finally at just shy of one month past your fourth birthday, you are potty trained. It took less than a week. I am so proud of you Beck! So many people told me that age four is magical, just one month in and I'm a believer.