I do not believe in reincarnation, but if it could happen I would say that my oldest son would definitely be an old soul. There are many many times I call him my little old man. The photo above was the first time I felt like I actually captured him in his “little old man” look. This last winter we got a good snow for our area and when most other children would be out playing, eating, or building a igloo in the snow, my son head down with hands in pocket just contemplatively walked in it for a few minutes and then was ready to go back in the house.
He is a very sweet old soul. He loves his sister, “Sugar Plum Fairy”, and talks to his littlest brother in mommies belly, asking regularly when he gets to hold him. He loves his cousin dearly and he finds that she is warm, sweet and cuddly, but wiggles a whole lot when you feed her. I am only hoping he does so well when his little brother arrives.
He is my thinker and ponderer. He will tell me from time to time, “Hmmm, let me think about that”. He is so cute, he will literally screw up his brow and put his little fist under his chin and think about whatever it is really hard. Can’t you just see him staring into the water and solving all of his world issues (how do I get my sister to leave my toys alone, etc.)?
Here is another reason I call him my, “little old man”, he is an utter and complete home body. He would be fine if we never ever left home again. As we were headed to the olive garden the other night for dinner, he states, “I do not eat at restaurants, I eat at home”. (perhaps, I should take some frugality tips from my son, huh?) I think I may have laughed the rest of the way to restaurant. I mean, who thinks of that? He is four years old for goodness sake.
With that being said, he does have a few other alternate personalities. For instance,
Crazy haircut boy!
Last but not least (mommies latest favorite), 20’s Swing boy! Every time I look at this picture, I think of big band music! He just looks likes he is swinging and snapping his fingers to the beat.