Christian is a builder. He loves to create things. Give him Legos, give him K'Nex, give him Lincoln Logs, or Tinker Toys, or bread...he's going to make something out of it.
After we arrived home from Florida, he was able to get into some of his Christmas presents that we asked him to wait on until we had them at our house. One of those gifts was this creature made from K'Nex, his pet, he called it.
While my photography skills are indeed lacking, the blur in the photo is not because of me (entirely)...this funny little guy actually moves. And he wobbledy clacked over to me and tried to go right up my leg.
I'll say this much: that's the closest any pet of my kids will get to my leg. Once, a real live dog did something similar and peed on my toes. I had on open-toed shoes. You can imagine how glad I was that happened. Ha.
Christian also likes to dig. That is what he does while Michaela has soccer practice, and he is very good and patient about teaching his sister this important skill. (Aren't you impressed that I let my children dig in the dirt? Right next to a tree at the park? Where at least one dog is sure to have whizzed?!)
And don't forget the balls. He throws, kicks, dribbles, and bounces. Even two at a time!
Last but not least, this year Christian has been working on growing his two front teeth. He wanted them for Christmas, but it took a wee bit longer than that for his pearly whites to show up.
I wrote about his birthday the other day...did I mention that he turned eight? That sounds so crazy to me. When we moved to Dallas he was just about to turn four! That's like a baby! When I think of him when we came here, I remember someone soooo small. And now he's not too far from being in the double digits.
Christian is one funny dude. He has a great sense of humor, and his laugh is one of the most contagious laughs I have ever heard. He is sensitive, and extremely passionate. His intensity can be...challenging. But there is a deep well of emotion in this boy, and we have a very important job to help him learn to navigate the rough waters of life that he will face in relationships and circumstances.
(Sorry for mixing metaphors.)
His place is a tricky one. He is the brother of two sisters, one older and one younger. He has lamented the fact that he is often surrounded by girls, and has pleaded for a brother. (Never mind that even if we did have another, we can't guarantee that his new sibling would be loaded with testosterone.) I hope we can cultivate in him the instinct he has to watch over and protect Eliana (and one day, Michaela, when she doesn't seem like she's so much bigger than he is, to him) and to help her and teach her. It's so wonderful to see those things when they do happen. His name means "follower of Christ" and from the time we chose that name for him until now I have prayed that he will live into it. May it be so. There is no one else worth following.