When I’m rocking Thane to sleep for naps (Daddy does nighttime duty) my mind replays images and memories and I think – I should write that down! And then I don’t, and the next time I sit and rock they come back again. They make me happy. So even though I’m risking the well known “fact” that once I write something down it gets erased from my mind, here’s some recent ones along with some pictures from June/July I never posted.
- I think Thane’s starting to figure out jokes. Awhile ago he deliberately hid down the stairs and then popped up to say hi to me, laughing his head off all the while. Makes it hard to keep a straight face while he’s “hiding”. Then, a few weeks later he went outside to his water table, stuck his hands in the water and came back and put them on my face. I gave him a kiss and went back to my reading. He looked at his hands, looked at me and put them back on my face. Couldn’t figure out what he wanted his Daddy asked if I usually jumped when he put something cold on me. So I “screamed” and jumped and Thane looked mighty pleased with himself and went back out to get his hands wet again. Little stinker.
- In the car sometimes I’ll say “I love you teddy bear” (one of his approx four hundred nicknames) and one day he put up his little hand and I reached back to hold it. Not long, he just wanted a little squeeze. But it’s moments like that I think my heart is going to stop because I love this kid so much.
- When he starts to get quiet while I’m in the kitchen working and he’s wandered off somewhere all I have to say is “patty cake, patty cake…” and he’ll start clapping his hands. Makes him easier to find. It’s like a tracking device I tell you.
- Pushing the grocery cart is a new favorite thing. He stands between my feet and pushes through the whole store while I guide it. I like the grins on people’s faces when they catch sight of his little self, acting all big and important. I’m not so fond of the look on people’s faces when I have to stop the cart to look for something and he does what we refer to as his pterodactyl screech. But on the bright side it gives me a chance to quote Princess Bride “Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.” There’s also some empathy and understanding thrown in, but those don’t make as good a story now do they?