I'm George, not Georgie Mom!

So my baby boy is now 4 years old. When did that happen? I look at these pictures of him from when we first got out here and have no idea where the time has gone. He was only 3 months old when we moved into this house. He has learned how to crawl, walk, and talk in this house. He went from a playpen (which the poor boy had to sleep in for like two months till I found the "perfect" crib), to a crib (one I settled on from Wal-Mart after the "perfect" one never showed up) that would soon become a toddler bed because he hated being confined to a crib and now to his really big boy bed. He loves everything sports or race car related. Not to mention the wicked straight fastball he has been able to throw since he was about 18 months. Ben and I have both suffered a couple of ping pong size balls smack between the eyes. That hurts, really hurts. 

Now he is ready to go to school, loves wearing his crocs and will not go to sleep at night without me tucking him in. Some nights it would be nice to not have to be the one to do it. To just be able to take a break from the whole bedtime routine would be so nice, but then I remember that all to soon he will be slamming his door in my face and telling me that he cant stand me. 

So for now, I love my little cuddle bug and it will tuck him and let him carry that stupid whoopse around for as long as he wants. I love you Georgie. Oops, he just reminded me again "I'm George not Georgie, Mom."