How is it that all of a sudden I have a child who talks to me in full sentences? I look at him now, this little chatterbox who continually narrates his life and creates dialog between his toy trains, and I can barely remember the baby who just laid on the floor mute.
I want to remember him
…placing the football as close as possible to the goal and then kicking it in. Goal!
…having the confidence to raise his hand and shout out the answer in a group of kids.
…lifting his arms to get sprayed with Daddy’s deodorant and then giggling with absolute delight.
…roaring like a dinosaur repeatedly at me. He roars, I roar back, he laughs. His roars are much better than mine.
…showing me the picture he made at school of a “Lion” that was “smiling.”
…deciding that licking mummy’s face is a really fun game.
…standing up in front of the entire class and singling Twinkle Twinkle Little Star all by himself.
…telling me about his day on the car ride home after school.
…moving over on the see saw to make room for his friend saying “I make a space.”
…desperately trying to hold his friend’s hand on the walk home from the park. She wanted nothing to do with it and resisted as long as she could. But he was persistent and she finally gave in.
…telling me I’m a “bossy lady” after a phrase he picked up from Thomas the Tank Engine. I find this funny as I’m not very bossy at all.
…playing hide and seek with his toes in the sandpit. I cover them up with sand and then we try to find them. Peep-o.
…eating his ice cream cone from the bottom up. Me, struggling not to intervene to just let him make a mess.
…asking me to put my arms around him for a snuggle.
