- Your dad texted me on 8/6 as he was driving you to school and said, “Did I tell you that Patrick likes to listen to Rush? He wants to listen to loud rock n’ roll in the car, and so far his favorite is the song Limelight.” Then he added in a separate text a moment later, “Patrick is now playing air drums.”
- Oh, the dawdle! You move at a very deliberate, purposeful pace, which I actually find charming -- if it isn’t raining. I love that you have not yet mastered the (adult) way of doing two things at once. You can’t tell a story and put your shoes on at the same time, for example. We do one thing and then the other, and its nice to slow down with you for a moment, and mindfully focus on the task at hand.
- “I’ll race you to the front door,” your dad says most mornings to get you moving, and guess who wins every time?!
- I told you that you were creative on 8/13 and you asked what “creative” meant, which is harder than you think to explain to an almost four year old, but I did as best I could… and then you said, “Ok, but let’s pretend that ‘creative’ means ‘popsicle’.” Afraid I confused you or wasn't clear - I insisted on the correct definition. “But, Mom, just pretend that creative is popsicle.” And all at once it hit me: creative IS popsicle, you brilliant boy.
- I have tried to define a lot of words and concepts this month at your request. (Some clarifications you accept and others you ignore, preferring to believe your own version of the truth - like an anglerfish, for example, lives in a tree, or a cup is actually a lunchbox.) You get a lot of your words and questions in the car - from song lyrics (with your Dad) and NPR radio with me. Some of my favorites to explain this month: portfolio, philanthropy, gilded, barrier and control.
- You observed one day as we crossed a parking lot together that, “I hold your hand, but I can only hold Dad’s finger.”
- Your blue light-up shoes from Omi and Pop are a big deal this month. They make you really fast and you show them to everyone you meet.
- You found a big stick in the yard that you call your “magic megaphone.”
- Someone (undoubtedly a very Southern someone) taught you the phrase, “You get what you get, and you don’t pitch a fit.” Amazingly, this comes in handy - like the time I gave you one tic-tac instead of two and instead of getting upset you repeated this little phrase to yourself. Thank you Southern Someone.
- “I’m gonna make a good idea…” you will say when you propose something in your favor.
- You will ask: “Can I [insert activity that you want to do] - yes or no.” Its more of a statement than a question. You want your parents to be decisive.
- You explained to me how kissing works by tilting your head to the side (an exaggerated, awkward, almost parallel to the floor move) because “that's how the prince does it.”
- “I’m playing a lullaby for the sun to go to sleep so Mom can rest,” I heard you tell your dad the afternoon of 8/17 as you banged away on the piano outside our bedroom.
- The other morning as I was getting ready for work, I realized that you would be waking up any moment and running into our room. The anticipation of seeing you, made me so happy. (This is not to say that I don't cherish those occasional sleepovers at your grandparents, of course.) But I love to see my boy every moment of every day! And I thought you should know the sense of true happiness you bring everywhere you go.
- You tell great (albeit sometimes silly) stories. I recorded this one, which made us laugh: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axqVTZCgKQ8&list=UUt2b8i2L3JBRe9axn5qIyng
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