I finally caught and wrote down what Rowan said, and can repeat it:
Rowan and Milo playing with the play doh at the table together.
Rowan (throws playdoh) : "Milo, I'm losing my temper-cher."
*sheepish grin*
I'm sure I've never said i'm losing my temper(ature) with my little boy!!
He turns FOUR tomorrow. We had the best conferences ever with his two schools this week and last. The best thing I heard? "Rowan is a well-rounded boy." YAY! that's just what we love and want, a balanced boy who can snuggle and read and identify bird calls, and who can kick a ball, run fast and leap high with the rest of them.
He can write his name, with some fun variation in order of letters, and is happy to do handstands and any antics on the couch until i lose my temper. (uh oh.)
:)
