I'm loving that I can have conversations with my little guy. More and more, we're noticing that he is a little boy and not a "baby" any more. Am I sounding like a broken record?
Yesterday I took him swimming -- something he LOVES to do. There was much excitement in the car on the way to the gym. It was an incredibly windy day, and when we pulled into the parking lot, I mentioned that he'd need to hold my hand so he wouldn't blow away. Not realizing that my words hit home, I was surprised when he wouldn't get out of the car without being held.
"Big hug! Big hug! I don't blow away!"
Sheesh. What kind of meanie am I?
At last, we're in the water. We splash and kick and laugh. He jumps in - over and over. Just a grand old time. All the while, I comment on what a good swimmer he is -- good kicking, bubble-blowing... Though apparently I lapsed in my words of praise, because after a while he announced "I'm doing GREAT!"
Indeed you are, my little one.
Afterward, we step into the shower and talk about what we'll make for lunch when we get home. (By the way, does Kraft sell mac-n-cheese by the pallet?) Anyway, I'm washing myself, and my son looks at me, all smiley...
"Where's your diaper, Mommy?"
I don't wear a diaper honey; I'm the Mommy, remember?
"Where's my diaper?"
And on and on...
Can I just bottle up this sweetness? I have a feeling come the teen years, the adorableness of 2 1/2 will be very appealing...
Too cute! I also wish I could bottle the innocence of this age. I'm sure it would come in handy later on.
Posted by: Suzanne | Monday, October 30, 2006 at 08:16 PM
You know what Marie, things just get better and better. No matter what age my son is, I'm convinced that's the best age.
Posted by: Barbara | Monday, October 30, 2006 at 10:26 PM
Oh how lovely. I love the little conversations Monet and I have too. The other day I was watching a movie and Monet was busy playing at my feet. (Yes, I can manage to tune her out these days!) I got a fright in the movie and jumped a little. Monet stood up and said "Aww, Mummy it's okay...it's okay" and preceeded to give me a big, big hug!! Awww!!!
Sometimes I wish I could seriously bottle this age. But look what we have to look forward to Marie!
Posted by: Melody | Tuesday, October 31, 2006 at 12:49 AM
Perfect post to balance out mine. Sweetness is much needed and a great reminder right now. :-)
Thanks for that, Marie!
Posted by: Mrs. Flinger | Tuesday, October 31, 2006 at 02:12 AM
Awww... that's too cute. I can't wait to have these kind of conversations with Ella, although I think if she asks me where my diaper is, I'll have a hard time not laughing hysterically.
Posted by: kristi | Tuesday, October 31, 2006 at 08:04 AM
Even the teen years have their wonderful moments, which is why they survive to become terrific adults. Well, at least that's our experience so far.
Posted by: Bluegrass Mama | Tuesday, October 31, 2006 at 02:29 PM
Fantastic! I love precious moments with my boys.
Posted by: vw bug | Thursday, November 02, 2006 at 02:12 PM