Today Judah was not himself.
At no point in the day did I get frustrated with him. Not once.
He was kind, obedient, cheerful, helpful, sweet, good to his brother, and very cooperative. From the moment he opened his eyes to the time I left his room at night, he was nothing but sweetness and light. What is going on????
During the day he occupied himself for hours drawing, playing with his new birthday toys, and writing little notes.
Mommy, how do you spell "Noah"?
Mommy, how do you spell "Chung"?
This is for you Noah! It has your name on it! You are the master of it. If you want to destroy it, that's ok! If you want to keep it that's ok too! No one can take it away from you because you are the master.
Mommy, how do you spell "Batlady"?
Judah hands me a picture of his rendition of Batman as a woman with the words "Mom" and "Batlady" on it. And then proceeds to give me the same speech about how I'm the "master" of that paper.
At night he very sweetly "huggle snuggled" goodnight with me, and then said "Mommy, when you get close to the door I'm going to air-kiss you and air-hug."
I don't know of a better way to end the day with him.
All the development books say age 4 begins the golden era of parenting. Children become more reasonable, less impulsive, and try very hard to please their parents. And indeed I've detected that Judah was on this trajectory starting about 6 months ago, but I could never predict that we would have a day like this.
Halleljuah. Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we may have just crossed the Jordan.