hello my sunshine.
here you are hanging out before church, all tucked and polished. you in your plaid tie makes me smile. if only your shirt could stay tucked in for longer than a few minutes. at church you play with your cars and books and when it's time to sing a hymn, you perk up and sing a few notes with the congregation. same goes for the rascal flatts song on cars. (i hope you always want me for a dance partner.) you love music and jump up to dance at any jingle you hear. this is why i am justifying christmas tunes early. we checked out raffi's christmas cd from the library and have been bopping carols ever since. i can't wait to rock around the christmas tree together.
you are such an animated boy and continue to make me laugh and make my life a happy occasion. the other day i found you in your room, sprawled out with books open and your plastic red fireman's hat on, backwards. i laughed and you looked up and smiled like we were sharing a joke and then grabbed another book, careful not to lose the hat in the process. you were addicted to that hat for two days. i love this stage because you are noticing everything around you; the airplane in the sky, the dog barking across the street, the robots printed on your jammies, the shape of your animal cookie. and you always remember where the choo choo tracks are located in our small town.
you are quite concerned with doing things your way. you like to get into your chair, hop into the car, close the doors (all the doors), carry the milk, unzip your coat, take off your shoes and socks, turn off the faucets, turn out the lights and more. we now know that you don't want or need any help in these areas. i am learning to leave the house fifteen minutes earlier than usual to keep from hurrying you and your little rituals. you continue to be a big help to me, like insisting on rolling the vacuum back into the closet when i'm done. you even hold the cord up while i vacuum the house. while jumping and saying ribbit. i get a kick out of you pushing the power buttons on the dishwasher, tv, dryer, and more. i never knew what a little assistant i could have in a two year old. you love putting mail into the slot for me. the usps workers know you and your constant enthusiastic greetings. hi, hi, hi. (and i was once worried that you were bashful! funny how these things come and go.)
i'm amazed at how you are learning (and wanting) to talk and express yourself. you are trying hard and surprise me daily with something new! (you suddenly know your numbers and sing most of twinkle, twinkle.) you delight in talking to papa on the phone. we chat and leave messages at least once a day. i love the way you cool off your oatmeal by blowing on it like mama does, how you say booka-booka when you want a story and again, again when we tickle you.
you are most happy rolling trucks back and forth, kicking a ball around the floor, playing catch me if you can and standing on your step stool to add ingredients into my mixing bowl. your big sparkly eyes have a way of reminding me to slow down and pay attention, to stop multi-tasking and set things aside. lists can wait, growing up does not. i love you, my little big boy.
(i can't wait to celebrate thanksgiving and christmas with you this year. the coolest thing about being a mama is that every thing is new again. every little thing is a big thing.)