This little man took me to breakfast Saturday morning, just the two of us. He said I had to drive because he didn’t have his drivers license yet. When I asked him if he wanted to sign the bill he said sure if I could help him with his first letter. So together we wrote “P” and then he proceeded to write “OW”. He said those were his letters. After constantly having to type in “POW” on Netflix to pull up his Power Ranger shows one day I just decided to teach him the letters he needed to push. I told him that “P” was how his name started, but I guess he interpreted the situtation as those all being “his” letters or how to spell his name. So now that we’ve been to breakfast and I’ve explained that POW is for power rangers not Peirce, he knows. But truthfully, POW could describe him on any given day. There’s so much power packed into this little boy he doesn’t know where to put it. I’m hoping if his teacher can see past the intital roughness she’ll understand the sweet spirit contained in this little body like so many caring neighbors have done. Peirce has a fan list of adult women a mile long. And I’m #1. He melts my heart all the time. He has way too much brain power for 4 years of life with a side of a temper, but I’ve found from Ella (who has a similar personality) that if we can find the right school program for him he’ll be set and happy for life. Fingers crossed.
These were supposed to be just portraits of Peirce with Dad if needed, but he insisted that his best friend Sisi be allowed to join a few. I love watching those two interact. It’s not all laughter and giggles, but it mostly is. I apparently put my rookie photographer hat on to take these because I forgot a backup battery (and my other was almost dead to begin with) plus I allowed all the sisters to tag along which was a huge distraction. So though these aren’t perfect and I didn’t have the time I wanted to shoot him, I think you’ll still be able to see my little POW man shining through.
Apparently you can’t run around the library in bare feet. I’m sure that’s common sense but I just can’t seem to convince my kids that shoes are an always on kind of thing… So he was officially kicked out ha hah!