Dear Sawyer,
You have only been 4 years old for about two weeks but you have already matured so much in that time. For one thing, we started walking all the way to school and back. For most of the year, we had been using your stroller because you'd walk a block or two and then say you were tired. But now you have no problem walking the entire way. (I like walking with you better, because I can hold your hand and talk to you more easily.)
Then this morning, I was taking a load of clothes out of the washer and you asked if you could help me. I said you could help me fold the pile of hand towels on my bed, thinking it would just be a task to keep you busy and that I would have to properly fold them when you were done playing. Much to my surprise, you do actually know how to fold towels! After I'd put the clothes in the dryer, I walked into my bedroom to see a small pile of perfectly folded towels! I watched in amazement as you took a towel, carefully spread it out into a square on the bed, folded it in half, folded it in half again and then placed it neatly on the pile of towels you had already folded. What the what?! Apparently, folding is one of the fine motor skills your teacher taught you at school and I had had no idea. I told you that you were doing an excellent job and asked you if you wanted this to be your job from now on. You enthusiastically said yes!
If that weren't enough, you made your own peanut butter sandwich for the first time today at lunch. I gave you a butter knife and you spread the peanut butter perfectly on the bread before folding it in half. You even told me the butter knife looks like a cake spreader. I asked you where you learned about cake spreaders and you said, "Molly Yeh told me." Haha!
And then at night, you were looking at your school yearbook. All of your classmates self-portraits are on the cover with their names written underneath them. You were looking at Sana's and said, "S A N A. Sana!" You read the name Sana! Color me SUPER impressed with all of your accomplishments today! You were impressed, too, and even told me, "When you and Daddy go out, can you tell GongGong and PoiPoi not to come [babysit]? Because I can take care of myself." Hahahaha! Okay, okay, one thing at a time, little man!
Love,
Mom
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