Six means he's really growing up. He is a wonderful big brother to Gracie-he protects her, looks out for her, teaches her, plays with her and always comes to her defense. If I say, "Gracie-that's not nice. We don't throw food on the floor." He picks the food up for her and explains that she's just a baby, she doesn't know any better.
He is warm and loving but very independent and not afraid of anything. Me-"If you could only choose one activity, Gage-soccer, gymnastics, or tennis-which would it be?" Gage-"All of them, I want to do EVERYTHING!!" And he wants to meet everyone-everywhere we go.
Right now he cleans out the dishwasher, takes out and picks up the mail, takes out the trash and garbage cans to the street, cleans his room, sets and clears the table, helps with dinner prep, and BEGS to mow the lawn. He likes to go outside to play catch or tennis and inside he likes to build with Legos. Every day he wants to be something different when he grows up......veterinarian, scientist, business man, farmer. He told me last week that he wanted to be an actor and I explained that I'd be sad because he'd have to move far away. He said with a sigh, "Mom.......I'm not a baby anymore. You have to realize I'm growing up." He is.....but he still comes to sit on my lap and I'm cherishing that while it lasts.
In other news, Gracie is really walking now. She's totally over the crawling and only walks. Yesterday she fell and got her first busted lip.
That's all for news at the Creighton's.....
Love.
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