One thing that seems to be a constant everywhere we go is our Beau. It's pretty standard that he makes an entrance and an exit always. We've come to define him as a "spirited" kid! I find I spend a lot of my time trying to navigate the waters of Beau which is comedic, fulfilling, and challenging all in the same breath. This week Beau has had an infection in his ear that came from first having swimmer's ear. The doctor said that due to his high threshold for pain, when most kids would have stopped swimming because of severe pain, he continued on causing more infection. She recommended 7 days of antibiotics and no swimming for a week. We made it 5 days of antibiotics and 1.5 days out of water. Great parenting, I know! He's since recovered. :) On day 2 of no swimming we made it out to Pensacola Beach to watch the Blue Angels dress rehearsal. It was amazing to see and following doctor's orders (or not), we watched it from the beach/water. :/ For the record, I tried to keep him in the sand.....unsuccessfully.
Beau also has his own fashion sense and it's very loud. He loves his giant flat-billed hat and his colored skinny jeans and alternates between the red and grey. Trust me, I'm looking for additional colors to help with our options. Monday I noticed specs of red material as I walked through the house. When I got to the playroom, there was Beau with my kitchen sheers cutting holes in the knees of his favorite jeans. He wanted them to "wook" better. God bless this kid and our clothes budget! Nevermind that it's 90+ plus outside and he's in holey jeans, a mock-turtleneck, and a gun-holster.
I've learned so much from my "spirited" child. I've learned (and continue to learn) to appreciate how God made him. I love that he really doesn't care if it's odd to wear a bandana around his neck and mouth into Target or whether people might think it's strange that he wants me to buy him a duster to wear to church. He knows who he is and is completely fine watching old John Wayne movies while the other kids his age watch Disney Junior. Sometimes I wish I were as comfortable with myself as my 5 year old is with himself.
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