Sweet Boy
Yesterday I promised I would write a post waxing lyrical on the boy’s many positive attributes. It’s now 11 pm and I’m not sure I can do justice to such a thing, but maybe I ought to try. I want him to read these posts when he’s a little old man and know how much his mama loved him. I want his grandchildren to read these posts and see their grandpa as a silly little monkey. I want my grandchildren to read these posts and think grandma is so cool that she deserves to be in a nursing home that allows conjugal visits. Give a granny something! Please!
Of course, these posts will probably never be read by any of my progeny because Blog Binders went out of business. Where, oh where, can I go and push a few buttons and pay lots of money and have hard copies of my journals sent to me? Does anyone know?
It was another long day in the land of Oz, but I actually made it through without tears. Amazing the different a semi-good night’s sleep can make. I read an article about sleep deprivation the other day and I suddenly understand why I was angry the first nine months of Erik’s life–sleep deprivation! It makes people violent and angry! I’d never heard that before, but it makes a lot of sense. Sleep deprived rats kill each other. I’m glad Mike and I have human brains instead of little pea sized rodent brains or Erik wouldn’t have parents.
You’d think I was sleep deprived this morning. I somehow managed to not fasten his diaper before we left for the gym. I was called to childcare to take care of his wet pants–totally baffling until I pulled his pants down and saw the lack of fastening. DUH! I was irked because I hadn’t even done half my routine, but suddenly the skies opened and angels looked down on me and whispered “consignment shop.” And lo, I trudged down to the consignment shop just a few doors down and bought new pants and all was good.
Since I had my funky tummy yesterday (and I’m not definitely not pregnant. That’s a 100% guarantee.), I decided not to do cardio. Why risk it? Instead I tried some new weight machines to get in my full hour and a half worth of child care. The calf machine gave me huge bruises on the tops of my shoulders. Just try to figure that one out.
Anyway, this was supposed to be an Ode to My Joy. What happened to the Ode?
The Most Wonderful Things About A Boy Named Erik
He’s quick to smile his dimply smile.
He’s always got a giggle ready to go.
He hugs random children (and sometimes they totally freak out, so that’s sad).
He is affectionate with everyone.
He’s never met a stranger.
He’s funny. Hilarious even. I don’t know what it is about the boy, but people look at him and watch him and just start laughing. I’ve even had other mothers tell me he’s funny, so I know it’s not just me and my mom.
He likes to help around the house. Currently he loves to put his diapers in the diaper pail, flush the toilet when it needs flushing, fetch his shoes, put the clothes in the washer (though he can’t really reach), put the dishes in the dishwasher (though he doesn’t quite do it right), but trash in the garbage, and vacuum, vacuum, vacuum. Whew! He stays busy.
I’ve never seen him hit or push or kick another child (except for one time when he pushed my niece, but she pushed him first).
When other kids take the toy he’s playing with he never cries. He just gives them a hug and moves on to the next toy.
So far he doesn’t know the word or concept of “mine.” He shares readily and isn’t bothered when other kids don’t share.
He’s not a cry baby. He cries sometimes, of course, but in general he’s very happy-go-lucky.
He loves to eat food that most toddlers disdain. Indian food is his favorite, followed closely by couscous with lots of lemon juice and green onions. He loves green onions. He’s sort of freaky in his food choices.
He’s obsessed with putting things on his head. I always giggle when he sticks crackers on top of his head. I don’t giggle so much when he puts cream cheese and jelly on his head.
He loves to do Wiggle fingers. (By the by, I swear I’m about to vomit an Australian rainbow. I like the Wiggles. . . but I’m on Wiggles overload. I think I’m speaking with an Australian accent these days.)
He gets excited when it’s time to put his coat on.
He can climb just about anywhere.
He is the cutest little boy in the history of the world. I’ll have to take some pictures tomorrow. He looks so big these days! There’s hardly anything babyish left in his visage.
March 22nd, 2007 at 3:14 am
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March 22nd, 2007 at 4:47 am
What! Blog Binders is out of business! NOOOOO. I was so counting on them. I snoozed and I loosed.
March 22nd, 2007 at 5:47 am
I started a journal when I was 13wks pregnant with my first daughter. That turned into a blog when she was six. I love reading those early posts and being reminded of the little things she used to do. So keep writing them down. You think you’ll never forget about the crackers on his head, but you forget things to make room for the new stories.
And write down everything, even things that seem insignificant. At the risk of sounding a little morbid, a dear friend’s father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and in his final months she asked all of us who knew him to write a page or two for a book of memories for everyone but especially his very young grandchildren to read, so they could see who he was and what he was like. He had an extraordinary life, and his achievements were well-documented, but you can really know about him when you read stories about the games he used to play when he was a kid, about the kind of food he liked, about the speeches he gave at his daughters’ weddings, about the way he always smelled like sawdust from working out in the garage. His personality and his life was hidden in all the details. It’s the most amazing book. So my point in all of that is to record the details, even things you think might not be interesting to Erik’s great, great grandchildren.
March 22nd, 2007 at 6:57 am
That’s so cute how he likes to hug all the other kids. And his Super sharing ability (which is super because let’s face it, not many toddler’s, much less only children, have that one) is awesome!