Since our little baby sister is going through so many stages I feel like my focus tends to be on her on this mommy blog. Not today. Today, it's all about my spirited rough and tumble, dancing, singing wonderful three and a half year old son.
Yesterday when I was putting him into his carseat he took my necklace between his growing fingers and said, "a heart" then looked up with his gorgeous eyes and said, "Mommy you are my love!" And he grabbed onto my arm and snuggled me. Can I just say he totally melted my heart!!!! Oh, I am so incredibly blessed!
The other day my husband and I looked at each other at the table and said we are getting to that imaginative stage. Everything and I mean ev-er-y-thing is a question. Mommy why? Mommy who is this and what does this do and why is there a yellow spot on this paper and what are you doing and what are you eating. It is exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. He retains so much information it is daunting to me as I have no idea how on earth I am supposed to keep up.
Somehow he thinks being a "super villain" is as fun as a "super hero". When I ask where he learned something he ALWAYS answers on TV. Yet at least once a week he asks to have school where mommy is the teacher and I will whip up some paper for him to trace lines on or counting or letter matching game. I even taught him a joke to go and tell his Daddy and when Daddy laughed and asked where he learned it - yup he answered on TV. I guess it's a good thing that we sold our TV two weeks ago and haven't yet replaced it.
He likes to pretend our house is full of booby traps and lions or giants. There is always some problem that needs to be solved. Yeah, maybe we have been watching too much Little Einsteins or Backyardigans two of his favorites (again good thing we are getting off the tv addiction.) He'll come up to me while I'm doing the dishes and say mommy how are we going to do? I can't get to the other side of this room how can I do it? Then he'll proceed to find a key and say a magic word or climb over something and figure it out. I'm glad to see his imagination at work - overtime.
Sometimes I feel like I am actually in episodes of the Cosby show however, saying "Come here like five times" - that's got to be one of my favorite episodes. And having to specify that soap is used when we wash our hands.
I do love how the simplest answers are accepted as truths. When he starts getting a bit too rough with his sister lately I've been saying now what does Jesus say? Be kind and love one another, he'll reply. And I know that I'm getting through the real stuff