Four Year Old Brain

Last year we started a birthday tradition with Lincoln where we ask him some questions to see how he changes over the years. Last time the answers were quite entertaining. You can see his 3-year-old quiz here. He definitely understood the concept better this year, although he still acts like he has no clue what a stuffed animal is. He was hilarious because he was thinking so hard about his replies. He sat with his hand on his head as if in deep thought. When I asked him the questions, he would say, “Umm, hmmmmm.” Serious business. Well, here he is in all his silly 4-year-old glory.

What is your favorite color?


I knew this answer. He picks out red everything.


What’s your favorite toy?


My friends know how much I love tacky super hero stuff.


What’s your favorite stuffed animal?

Ummm, hmmmm. Bite whales.

Me: What?

I said bite whales. I like those.

Me: I don’t know what that is.

That means they’re under the sea. On the bottom.

Me: No, a stuffed animal. I mean, what animal do you like to sleep with?

I want Peanut to sleep with me.

And then I gave up.


What’s your favorite fruit?

Pineapple and watermelon

Sounds like his momma.


What’s your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?


Carbs. Sounds like his mom again.


What’s your favorite thing to eat for lunch?

French fries and chicken nuggets and a fruit cup

Can you guess his favorite restaurant?


What’s your favorite dessert?

Smoothie and kiwi and…..what’s dessert, momma?

Me: Something sweet like cake or brownies

I like cake and cookies

No surprise there.


What’s your favorite drink?

Sprite and lemonade

I let him get Sprite on his birthday, and he looked at me like I might have lost my mind. A once or twice a year treat from mom.

What do you want to eat for your birthday dinner?

A cake

No dinner apparently. Let’s just get right down to business.


What’s your favorite animal?



What’s your favorite book to read?

The Hippopotamus Didn’t Play.

Me: But Not the Hippopotamus?

That one.


What’s your favorite song?

the Wash Away one

You can ask Mike about that.


What’s your favorite game to play?

Hungry Hippos and Chutes

Too bad a game of Hungry Hippos usually ends with the baby trying to ingest the balls and Lincoln and sister punching each other.


What’s your favorite TV show?

Mickey Mouse

That answer hasn’t changed in two years. Big Mickey fan.


What’s your favorite movie?


I kind of bought that movie for myself and wrapped it with Lincoln’s name on it for Christmas. It was one of my favorites growing up. Glad he enjoys my gift too.


What’s your favorite thing to do outside?


Me: Playing what?

Playin’ with some trees



Who’s your best friend?

Maddie and Parker. And Parker and Graham.

Four best friends. Lucky kid.


What do you want to be when you grow up?

A daddy.

Me: That’s sweet!

And then I want to drive a motorcycle.

Me: Boys who love their moms don’t drive motorcycles.

{Stares blankly at me}

When I’m big, I want to drive a motorcycle.

Another birthday in the books.  I hear that four is supposed to be easier than two and three. Since Lincoln has been four for 5 days now, I’m expecting him to get the memo any moment.



Coach Lincoln

I recently realized that I forgot to blog a pretty important milestone in Lincoln’s life that happened back in November and December. My not-so-little-anymore little boy played his first organized sport. When Mike and I were first married, long before Lincoln was a part of our world, we used to talk about the day when our son would play baseball. Little League was a big part of Mike’s childhood, and I love hearing his stories about all the years he played. To see Lincoln out on that field after all the times I had daydreamed about that moment before he was even born and when he was a baby was a pretty sweet mom moment.

That tender moment only lasted a short while and then the reality of the situation set in. My three-year-old was going to need to listen and follow directions and stand still. Yikes. Most little boys are active and hyper, but I sometimes feel my kid got an extra dose of wild. The whole scene was pretty crazy with three and four-year-olds tackling each other in what became full contact T-ball. While most of the kids seemed to catch on as the season progressed, Lincoln really struggled with all the waiting involved in T-ball. Wait for your turn to bat, wait for a ball to come your way in the outfield. Waiting is not really his forte. At any given moment he could be seen playing dead in the outfield, running off the field to tell me something, clutching his glove in his teeth and shaking his head violently like a dog, or just having a crying meltdown. It was an adventure, and I was exhausted at the end of every game from attempting to keep him under control. At least he ended up being pretty good at batting when it was his turn. He gets his athleticism from his daddy for sure.

My favorite moment of the season is funny now but was embarrassing at the time. Lincoln suffers from first child syndrome, and is pretty bossy at times. He thinks he’s 13 instead of 3. Since he didn’t enjoy being treated like one of the kids being made to stand still and wait his turn, he decided he would be a coach and tell people what to do instead. He went up to the real coach and said very seriously, “I’m a coach too now. You can call me Coach Lincoln.” Clearly he gets his bossiness from Mike!

Everyone enjoyed our family’s first foray into organized sports, but it was a little overwhelming, and we think we’ll take some time off and let Lincoln get a little older before tackling something like that again. We should probably try soccer or something more fast paced that will exhaust Lincoln more than mom and dad next time!





He loved the huddles.




Racing his buddy and teammate, Parker, to second base instead of staying on first. Pretty sure that’s not how you do it, Linc.



Isn’t that tongue hanging out concentration the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?











Post-game snacks might have been his favorite part of the sport.




His first trophy!

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Obligatory cheesy team pics. Pretty painful for this photographer momma.




Deepest Waters

Forgive me if my little blog detours for a bit into foster parent talk. Our world has been turned upside down, and this is kind of the focus of our lives right now.

Even though it took us nearly six months from orientation to receiving a license to become foster parents and we attended hours of training, nothing could have prepared us for the intensity of those first few days. My phone rang in the middle of the night, and through my sleepiness I agreed to meet the investigator to pick up two babies. I’ll never forget baby girl’s little face as the investigator put her into the car seat. She seemed nervous, but not nervous enough for a little one who was being put into a stranger’s vehicle in the middle of the night. She stared at me intently the whole ride home, never making a sound. The emotions got the best of me and I began to cry thinking of these babies and the trauma they had experienced. There were no family members or family friends that could take them. The magnitude of that hit me hard as I imagined the fight that would ensue between all of our relatives over who would take Lincoln should we be unable to care for him. And these babies had nobody. It was entirely too much for my momma heart to handle.

At some point, without any prompting from me, baby girl started calling me mama. My heart swelled at the thought that she felt loved and safe and comfortable enough to refer to me that way. At the same time, an unexpected pang of grief struck me. As sweet as it was, it wasn’t what was meant to be. In a perfect world, this little one would be with the one who gave birth to her. As a mom, I felt heartbroken for her mother that this precious baby was here calling me mom instead of her. I know mom made her own choices that lead us to this place, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a sad situation for a child to be separated from his or her family.

Every day of this journey has been filled with beauty and with sadness. So much uncertainty surrounds the lives of these children. Every day has been a varying degree of crazy as we’ve adjusted to life with 3 young children. Every day, despite the strong urge I sometimes feel to curl up in the fetal position and cry because of the madness, these babies feel more and more like they belong here. The thing is that they probably don’t belong here. They’ll probably end up back with family at some point. The feelings I have for them have taken me by surprise. I didn’t give birth to them, but when you feed them, dress them, bathe them, cuddle them day in and day out, your brain says they’re not yours, but your heart doesn’t get the memo. I am reminded that choosing to love them is a choice to have my heart broken. I want so badly to be selfless enough to make that choice and to put the needs of these children above my own feelings. I guess in some ways it’s a testament to the beauty of love and family that we can feel this much for them in such a short time.

I think of the song we sing at church that says, “Your grace abounds in deepest waters,” and I pray that we find that to be true. That God’s grace will be enough in this situation. Because she calls me mama, and he reaches for me with a grin when I walk in his room every morning. And my heart doesn’t remember that they’re not mine. I find myself swimming in some really deep waters, praying for God’s grace, and praying for the absolute best outcome for these babies, whatever that might be.