When a nine-year-old boy recently asked you what your favorite movie was, you said without hesitation, "Sleeping Beauty." He told you that that was a girl movie, but the truth is, a movie is just a movie, and I'm glad you like that one. It's one of my favorites, too.
You are a great big brother and I love hearing you talk in a sweet little voice to your siblings, especially when they are hurt. Often I will hear Leah crying and then hear you say in a concerned, soothing voice, "Can I kiss your owie, sweet girl?" You get your brother and sister involved in your games and sometimes get a little frustrated when they can't live up to your standard of play, but you keep trying.
When I put your siblings to bed you try to hide behind a crib or in the closet so you don't have to be parted from them. And you are always surprised when I "find" you -- "How did you know I was in here, Mom?" you say, as if the giggling and sliding of the closet door weren't a giveaway.
You love to be chased around the kitchen to the tune of Hans Zimmer's "Discombobulate" and your favorite song to watch on youtube is Steven Sharp Nelson of The Piano Guys playing a Star Wars-themed cello duet with a lightsaber. Most of the songs you like spend hours on repeat (like Lenka's "Trouble is a Friend") and I love it when you try your hand at singing along. My favorite is when the Ghostbusters theme comes on and you sing, "Who you gonna call? DUST BUSTERS!" I don't think I'm ever going to correct you on that one.
You like numbers and don't want to be bothered with reading. You love to ride your scooter, play Super Mario on the wii, and make sure everyone is conforming to the household rules. You can do all your chores without any assistance, and you like to have things organized. A few weeks ago you came home from preschool and said, "Wow, Mom, thanks for keeping the house clean while I was at school!"
You think your dad is the coolest thing since sliced bread, and I have stopped trying to get to the door for the first kiss and hug when he comes home from work because I'm always outrun by you, Matthew and Leah all skidding into the kitchen at top speed, screaming with delight, "Daddy's home!!" You never get tired of being with him and I hope that never changes. There isn't a better man out there than your dad, Michael. I hope you grow up to be just like him.