Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Anything That Goes!

This boy loves ANYTHING that goes. 

Sunday evening after dinner I took him out in his red wagon with the big playground as our destination.  We only made it two houses down because he spotted this in the front yard.

And of course he had to play on it.

We walked home to ask Daddy if we could keep it.  He said he's still too little.


We took him to the movies this weekend to see Ice Age 4.  It had been one year since we tried Cars 2 and he only lasted 20 minutes.  Tom put the original Ice Age movie on at home to get him pumped about it.  It worked.  He got in a little trouble when we first got there because he wouldn't stay in the seats that he chose, but once the movie got started he did great.  He went back and forth between both of our laps and his own seat.  A few times he told us, "I don't want to watch this" and "I want to go home now."  But we convinced him to keep watching.  I'm sure the popcorn and Twizzlers helped.  He made it through the whole movie and on our way out the door he said he wanted to watch it again.  And Ice Age is all he wants on at our house now. 

Sunday morning we were running late for church.  I almost decided to just go to the grocery store and then go to church for the second service, but we figured we would make it before the singing was over and we'd still get to hear the message.  Unfortunately, we were so late that Brendan's class was full.  And so was the "cry room."  We had to take him into the sanctuary.  We decided to try and told each other that when it was time to go, we'd just have to leave.  He thought he was big stuff in there with all the adults.  We took a seat at the back and I took a deep breath.  Brendan has never been one of those 'sit quietly and play' kids.  Just about the time everyone stopped singing and it got really quiet he said, quite loudly, "Squirrel eat it!"  He was talking about Ice Age.  We stayed long enough for him to put our money in the offering plate and then we had to go.  But at least we tried.

Today marks two and a half years since this guy was born.

It feels like I just blinked and he's this two-and-a-half-year-old little person with his own thoughts and ideas and opinions.  His daycare reports no longer say things like "happy" or "fussy."  They nos say things like "very funny and talkative" and "sweet lover boy."  How did this happen so quickly?  A lot of days I get frustrated and lose my patience and feel like I'm doing a crappy job.  And then I'll ask him how much he loves Mommy and when he tells me to the moon and back, all my frustration melts away.  For a little while anyway.


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