Jameson is FOUR today!

Please allow me to digress from my client work to proudly show off the FOUR year old now residing at my house!!!

Four years ago today our big boy joined our family. I can still remember the shock everyone expressed (and feeling quite alarmed myself) at seeing his double chin and 9 lbs 1 oz on the scale! After all, he was supposed to be a 7-8 pounder. Hah!!!

We'll be celebrating him today, but he'll probably enjoy his Lightning McQueen ("white-ning nahqueen") party on Saturday the best. He has been looking forward to this day for quite a while now, and letting me know about all of the toys he sees on TV that he wants for his "birffday".

I coerced him into some "4 year old pictures for Mommy" even though since these were taken before his birthday, he refused to agree they were 4-year-old ones because he was still 3. You just can't argue with that.

me: "Jameson, what do you want to be when you grow up?
J: "Umm, I'm gonna be an artist."
me: "Really? That's great. You're already such a good artist already."
J: "Yeah, I am. But I'm gonna need artist clothes."
me: "Oh. Ok. Well like what? Why?"
J: "I need the artist clothes so I don't get it on my peach."

Translation: No paint on the skin.



J: "Mommy, when are you gonna be a boy?"
me: "Ummmm, well, never."
J: "Yes you are. When are you gonna be it?"
me: "I'm really not. You don't get to change. You're either one or the other."
J: "Yeah. So you're not going to be a boy like Daddy?"
me: "Nope, never. God picks what you'll be - a boy or a girl - right from the start."
J: "Yeah, but I will be sad when I turn into a girl."

(Sigh) Ok, end of conversation.










After recently taking Luke to the doctor, Jameson brought this up:

J: "Mommy, I am going to be a doctor someday."
me: "Ok, sounds good to me. You have to make really good grades in school and try really hard then."
J: "Yeah. I am really smart."
me: "Yes, you sure are. You can be a doctor if you want to."
J: "Yeah, I just gotta wait till I'm growed up. Wait a second, how old was that guy!??!"

And I had to include some bloopers. Poor child, he sees my big fat camera in his face so often that I've probably scarred him for life. Most of the time he is surprisingly cooperative when I want to get some new shots of him, but then again, THIS is also par for the course:




As these last few make me laugh, I also wonder which ones will be my favorites in 20 years? Sweet smile? Yes. Goofy grin? Yes. Slightly serious? Yep. Funny faces? Definitely.

Happy birthday to our big boy!