Four is Hard.

For some reason, with both older kids, age 4 has been hard.  2 was tough, learning to hear the word no and obey.  3 was exhausting because all of the sudden the discipline seemed less cut and dry-- they knew the word no and started to use arguing to help their cases.  But four.  Mercy.  

Some days it's explaining why all day long.  Some days it's disciplining for the same irritating behavior (that they now know is irritating and try and use to their benefit).  Some days it's loving on a child who is needy but doesn't know how to express it without whining and being in a bad mood all day.  It's hard.  When logic starts to enter the picture and they're able to question why things happen but are still too young to truly "get it" sometimes.

But for moments like these.....

I'd bottle up the age and hold onto it.  It 100% personifies who this little boy is right now and I love everything about it-- right down to the fact that he has on a pair of play clothes for bed instead of pajamas.

It's that crazy feeling you get when you're a mom.  You know-- the one where all you can do some days is get to bedtime because it's been so long and frustrating and then you walk in and see them like this and can't stop staring and thanking the Lord for his sweet grace.