Ok. So I know I’ve been derelict in my duty of keeping everyone up to date with out goings on. I apologize. I have no excuse. I just haven’t made the time.
Our young man is getting to be quite the…..well, young man! Ha Ha. He is growing up so darn fast I can hardly believe it. Seems like every day he bowls me over with some new discovery, adventure, or vocabulary. His speech is getting to be so clear, and I have completely abandoned all attempts to keep track of how many words are in his vocabulary. He adores being the little helper. He likes to push the vacuum back and forth, use the broom, carry out the trash, and he insists on pouring drinks for himself and others. He’ll bring me a cup ¾ full and ask for more just because he wants to be able to pour it. He says “wanna help!” He is also quite good at asserting his independence by requesting “wanna walk” and he knows that when he walks he has to “hol mah hand.” One of his favorite activities is to check the “muh-box” for mail. He knows that we have to stop and look both ways for cars before crossing the street and he will actually look in both directions. As we’ve never yet had to wait for a car, I’m not sure he has any idea what we are looking for, but he looks anyway. He can take off his coat if you unzip it for him. He can pull his shirt on and off his head. We are working on pulling his pants up and down. He can open the fridge and very much enjoys doing so. He will open the fridge and remove the bottle of juice and set it on the counter, then close the fridge. After we pour it, he will repeat the process to put it back, saying “in uh fwige.”
Yesterday he just blew me away. I got to mom’s house to pick him up and she said, “Tell mommy who you saw today.” Now, she does this a lot, but he usually has no idea what is expected of him in response to such an abstract and open ended question. But yesterday he immediately responded, “Gwamma. Gwamma’s house.” He had indeed visited Grandma’s house that afternoon. (I must explain here that Boo has five grandmas and great grandmas that he is familiar with. One more that I need to do a better job of visiting because he doesn’t know her. They each have their own distinct names. Mammo, Grams, Grammy, Gro-Gro, and Grandma. Yesterday was the first time he’d actually said Grandma!)
Then as we were getting into the car, mom told me that earlier in the day, out of the clear blue with no prompting, he had COUNTED TO SIX! As she’s telling me the story, he’s listening, and next thing I know, I hear him doing it again! “One, Two, Fwee, Fow, Five, Six!” Yes, I cried. I’m a sap.
Last weekend out neighbor came and mowed our yard for us again. Don’t know what I’d do without these particular neighbors. They are the best ever. But this left a TON of grass clippings laying in the yard. When Boo and I went to play in the yard, he got into a spot where the clippings were ankle deep on him. He realized this, and started having loads of fun. He was picking them up and tossing them in the air. I decided to get out the rake and start raking them up. He decided to run through the piles like autumn leaves and jump and kick, and grab handfuls and throw them in the air. And throw them on the dog. And try to eat them. Turns out grass clippings aren’t very tasty. And they don’t spit out easily. And when he tried to wipe them out of his mouth, he only added new ones from his hand. It was great entertainment for the both of us. Then we had to take a bath together as soon as we went inside. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a worse bathtub ring, but I know it’s only the first of many. Boyhood is a wonderful thing. Truly wonderful.
Next Monday our Boosie Boy will be two. Can you believe that? We are having his party this weekend. I’ll try to get pictures up from it before the month is out. LOL Till next time, take care and don’t give up checking in on us. We’re still here.
