We met Duffy for the first time this last Disney trip, and we brought him home, too. Back at Epcot, Wesley took “him” around the world collecting stamps from all the countries; you can see Wesley’s unique Duffy project taking shape here:
Somehow we’ve already collected several costumes for Duffy: we can dress him up as Sully or the Mad Hatter. He now has a patriotic outfit to wear on the 4th of July and a snowflake sweater he can debut at Christmas, and he’ll be ready for Wesley’s baseball season when spring rolls around, too.
Wesley as Dash. My newest favorite photo of him. Taken on September 20, 2013 at the Walt Disney World Resort with my new Sony NEX-5R, which I adore.
Wesley’s birthday lands over Spring Break this year, so school held his Montessori classroom celebration a bit early.
This is the idea behind the Montessori birthday celebration:
“Children are given a first impression of the relationship between Earth and the Sun and taught that a year is the amount of time it takes for Earth to circle the Sun once. Children are told the story of their lives, year by year, from birth to the present day. Using a globe for the ‘Earth’ and a candle for the ‘Sun’, a large circle drawn on the floor, and photos of the birthday child at different ages, we gather all around the circle. We put our candle in the center of the circle and light it. After learning how long it takes the globe we are carrying to circle the candle (Sun), we give the globe (Earth) to our birthday child and allow them to walk around the circle as we tell the story of their lives while stopping at the time on each of our pictures. [A child who is four will walk around the circle four times.] We end our celebration with singing and allowing the birthday child to blow out our [Sun] candle” (Source).
It was very special for Wesley and for me. His friends also seemed to enjoy it, and they happily sang to him in both English and Spanish – and then one of his teachers also sang “Happy Birthday” to him in Basque. It was really quite lovely.
Happy almost 4th Birthday my sweet wild sensitive boy.
Sunday in photos (and a new look for the blog):
new clock (and new time)
added the yummy kidrobot egg to Wesley’s bed pillow collection
a trip to Dunkin Donuts
an early birthday present
a little TV watching while daddy napped
a bicycle ride
and a trip to the candy store
I’m not sure why we skipped out on Santa photos the past two years, but this year, Wes so excited to meet the man, we couldn’t say no.
And holy smokes. Our boy’s baby days are waaaaay behind us.
( Santa 2009)
I love Halloween, and I love this age Wesley’s at. 3 has been absolutely full of wonder and awe and laughs, and I can’t get enough of it. This was also the first year Wes picked his costumes all on his own, and on Halloween night, Craig joined in the fun:
For his school’s fall fest, the theme was “professionals,” and Wesley chose to go as a mail carrier, maybe because he knows how much I love checking the mail!
We prepared weeks in advance, too. Wesley decided he would make a card/letter for each of his school friends and teachers. I bought fold over cards for him, and he drew on the inside of each one and decorated the fronts with stickers. He sat at the keyboard with me as we typed up labels for the envelopes, and he was in charge of sticking on each label and a stamp, too, of course!
We stuffed his delivery bag full and he was so excited to deliver his special mail that day!
He spends a lot of time drawing (we keep sketch pads in the living room, in my purse, in the car). He loves stickers, too.
And tonight at bedtime, he informed us that when he grows up, he’s going to play an instrument (the trumpet) and continue to dance ballet. Our son, the artist.
Wesley attended a dance class yesterday afternoon, and, without a doubt, watching my son dance was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
(Oops, someone took a tumble there at the end, but she was okay!)
(Oh, I so wish I had caught that hug on tape!)
The clips don’t do the experience justice. Craig couldn’t be there to see it in person, but as soon as he saw the videos, he said, “he has to go back.” And he will.
Twice now he has scolded me for calling him Wesley instead of Wes.
It was a bit like “let the wild rumpus start” last night before bedtime.