When I was pregnant with this little boy, I swore I was having a girl. Being pregnant just felt different with him. He was different than the other two alright. Not because he was a girl. But because he was an terribly cranky baby. After my first two boys, I thought that I had parenting figured out. Crazy huh? But they were so good. Then Payson came along and I was humbled. At that point I knew that I had no idea what I was doing. Poor little
me him. He cried all day and night for three months straight. There were lots of days I wasn’t sure we were going to make it, then I would look at him and see how cute he was and we would carry on. We both survived and I’m sure glad we did!!
We have seen some of the cutest little smiles from him. We have heard some of the funniest stories from him. Payson is always up for a good time. It scares me to death because he is not scared of anything. (Just look at those fat cheeks and tell me they don’t turn you into a cheek pincher!)
Payson has always loved being outside rooting around on the farm. There have been more times than one that his cute little smile saved him from getting in trouble. Maybe it’s just because he is the youngest and the youngest never gets in trouble.
I love those dirty little hands. I wish they were still that little and leaving cute little fingerprints on my windows. And I’m so glad that those little hands will still hold my hands when we are watching a movie, riding in the car or walking on the farm. Even though he is my most fiery child, he is my most affectionate.
I don’t have a single picture of him when he is not making a funny face. He reassures me that he is my big grown up man. While I am on the subject of him being a man, I better tell you one story about him being a man.
One day he was in his Sunday School class with the other three year olds. Their teacher was explaining to them that they are children of God. She told them that their parents are children of God. Payson strongly disagreed with her. The poor teacher tried to convince Payson that everyone is a child of God. Finally he looked at her and said, “My dad and I…we are not children of God!! We are MEN of God.”
Payson is a very manly man who has a wild imagination. I can’t get enough of him. Four and five year olds are my very favorite. I wish I could stick him in the freezer and not let him turn six! Even though he will be six and I would rather have him be four, he will be my favorite six year old for one year. I just can’t get enough of this white haired man!!