This is my baby. Except he's not such a baby anymore. At the doctor's office about a month ago, he weighed in at 98 lbs. and 4'10". Other things that have changed in nine years: he has more hair that's a lot more blonde and a lot less red, he has bigger teeth, he's a lot better at communicating, he doesn't cry nearly as much or often.
I love this kid. And I really, really *like* him. He's good, amusing company to have around. He's compassionate and a soft, gentle kind of soul. He's a reader to the core and it's so fun to be able to give him books that we love to read and talk about them with him. Logan is a fantastic big brother and he generally cares more about making things fair and happy for everyone than making sure he gets what he wants. Higlet 2 has a tendency to take advantage of that, so part of parenting Logan is also teaching him to be assertive and not allow himself to be walked all over.
Logan is also an absent-minded, disorganized soul. Today he brought home a paper from school on which the kids were supposed to write something they were going to do to improve themselves. Logan's said, "I will try to be WAY MORE ORGANIZED." I looked at him and said that was an excellent goal. He pointed at the word "try" and said, "Please make a note of that." I laughed and asked him if he knew Yoda's famous saying - Do or do not. There is no try. Logan, in his typically humorous smartassery of late, responded with, "Well I'm not Yoda, so I don't follow that philosophy." Can't argue with that!
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