He is turning 5 this summer and starting kindergarten in the fall.
If you know Jake at all, then you know he is a very old soul in a very young body.
When you look in to his crystal blue eyes, you can see the depths of his mind working.
He is also a master manipulator. He threw me in to a guilt trip a couple of weeks ago and melted my heart at the same time.
One of my favorite things about Jake is he is much like talking to a small adult. He has the vocabulary of one and his range of topics are way above his age level.
I think the one thing that I admire most about him is, he is highly organized.
I was warned by many a mom to avoid Play-Doh at all costs.
That even having him sit at the table I would still be peeling it off my drapes.
Well not with Jake. The Pay-Doh has always stayed on the table on the mat I provide, with the colors separated.
In fact he is like that with everything I give him to play with.
The problem I do have with him is his self imposed goal of perfection. If he sets out to do something he wants to do it and he wants to do it well.
If it doesn't turn out well, we risk melt down.
Like the day we gave him a kite to fly. There was no wind, but he tried. He ran the length of our field until he couldn't run any more. He wasn't to happy when he had wore himself out and still hadn't gotten the kite to fly.
I think one of my most enjoyable days was when I went to watch him play soccer.
Maybe I should say when I went to watch him check out the grass growing on the soccer field.....lol
He had no interest in the sport at all. Plus he was a foot shorter then every other child on the field. As much as he tired, he spent most the day running towards his team mates because he just couldn't keep up....lol After a while he completely lost interest in the game and found interesting things on the ground and in the sky to look at.
It was a total delight watching him be a 4 year old, while watching his father slowly figure out that Jake was not going to be the next Beckman.
This year I believe it will be T-Ball. Maybe Jake will be a little more focused. I doubt it, focus is not his problem. In fact he doesn't have a problem. Jake is artistic like his Grandfather and his Aunt Libby. Give him some paper and something to draw with and then sit back and watch the magic happen.
Magic happens when you give him anything he can create something with.
Beautiful things come in little packages.
If you know Jake at all, then you know he is a very old soul in a very young body.
When you look in to his crystal blue eyes, you can see the depths of his mind working.
He is also a master manipulator. He threw me in to a guilt trip a couple of weeks ago and melted my heart at the same time.
One of my favorite things about Jake is he is much like talking to a small adult. He has the vocabulary of one and his range of topics are way above his age level.
I think the one thing that I admire most about him is, he is highly organized.
I was warned by many a mom to avoid Play-Doh at all costs.
That even having him sit at the table I would still be peeling it off my drapes.
Well not with Jake. The Pay-Doh has always stayed on the table on the mat I provide, with the colors separated.
In fact he is like that with everything I give him to play with.
The problem I do have with him is his self imposed goal of perfection. If he sets out to do something he wants to do it and he wants to do it well.
If it doesn't turn out well, we risk melt down.
Like the day we gave him a kite to fly. There was no wind, but he tried. He ran the length of our field until he couldn't run any more. He wasn't to happy when he had wore himself out and still hadn't gotten the kite to fly.
I think one of my most enjoyable days was when I went to watch him play soccer.
Maybe I should say when I went to watch him check out the grass growing on the soccer field.....lol
He had no interest in the sport at all. Plus he was a foot shorter then every other child on the field. As much as he tired, he spent most the day running towards his team mates because he just couldn't keep up....lol After a while he completely lost interest in the game and found interesting things on the ground and in the sky to look at.
It was a total delight watching him be a 4 year old, while watching his father slowly figure out that Jake was not going to be the next Beckman.
This year I believe it will be T-Ball. Maybe Jake will be a little more focused. I doubt it, focus is not his problem. In fact he doesn't have a problem. Jake is artistic like his Grandfather and his Aunt Libby. Give him some paper and something to draw with and then sit back and watch the magic happen.
Magic happens when you give him anything he can create something with.
Beautiful things come in little packages.
3 comments:
Awwwwww I love me some Jake...he's like everything we ever wanted in our own kids.
Although, a part of you must feel ripped off. Because you don't get the whole "I hope your kid turns out just like you" joy of being a grandparent! lol
LMAO Lori, how true.
Right now I'm just grabbing the blogs off of my myspace. I am not nearly this creative this early in the morning :)
Awww I can't wait to be a Grandmother...well, then again, maybe I do, I mean, since that would be really awkward considering Reese is uh...12, ROFL
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