My baby, six years later...

Kimball is six years old today. How time flies. I can remember when he was a baby and a friend in our ward had a six-year-old. I couldn't even imagine how it would be. My life seemed so consumed with a tiny little newborn and I almost didn't want it to ever change. But it has, and now I have two more sweet little boys added to the mix. 

Kimball is full of life and energy and really is a good boy. I love his smile and his laugh, and his use of the English language. One of these days I am going to have to post his definitions for various words. Here's a little taste for you, though:

The other day he told me he didn't want to liver. I was so confused, I kept asking him what he meant and he kept trying to explain. Finally he said, "You know, when you eat a candy and then you have the paper. You don't want to throw it on the ground because that means you liver." 

HA! He meant litter! Oh so funny. 

He is really smart and has the persistence to figure things out. He just finished his last day of preschool and will start Kindergarten next year. Cue the water-works. He is so excited. I kept him back for one more year, just because he is a boy and I would rather that he be older and not the youngest in his class. 

He is also getting ready to lose teeth. His top two teeth are loose and he has been worried about having them fall out before he turned six, because he was afraid his big teeth wouldn't come in. Heehee. 

He loves to sing, play on the piano, on his guitar, and his little violin. He is always telling me little things that are so sweet (like, "you smell good" and "your hair is soft") and tries so hard to help his brothers. Even now, as I am typing he is telling McKay that he will share his birthday with him. 

He LOVES Transformers, super-heros, riding bikes, camping, fishing, swimming, climbing trees, reading books, writing words, reading/discussing scripture stories, having "family eatings", and playing with his friends (he says his "bestest fravorite" friends are his "brudders"). 

Just like any other mom, I get a lump in my throat thinking about the day he was born and the entire experience of bringing him into our family. He is such a strong, sensitive and sweet boy. I am truly blessed to be able to be entrusted with him.