Check out my date for the day:
Yup, he’s a handsome catch.
Don’t judge me ok. But when I get a chance to hang with my baby nephew, the first thing I do (after getting a smile and a hug) is dress him as a mini version of an adult character, like a cowboy or a hunter or an extreme athlete who wears Under Armor gear and then head outside.
Yeah, there may be some past evidence of this tendency….
Anyway, Little Man loves it outside. And with the unseasonably warm temperatures this week the little guy didn’t even need a puffy coat to enjoy the sunshine, barn animals and a big boy ride on the 4-wheeler.
Which reminds me, I need to get him a pair of goggles to go with that flapper hat. I think it would really complete the outfit don’t you?
Other than that, we’ve been busy you know. So busy that the kid is currently snoring, exhausted from a morning of growing teeth, making his aunt gag with the giant surprise he left in his pants: twice, and you know, working on the walking thing.
Yup, today Little Man discovered how to stand up without any aid from a piece of furniture and propel himself forward on his feet. You know, a little thing we refer to as walking. And if I ever had doubt about why parents get so insane over things like children pooping on the potty and saying “DaDa” or “Shoe” (which not surprisingly, was my first word) I will never question it again.
Because when this little phenomenon occurred (one I have been nagging him about for months) this morning in my momma’s kitchen, I nearly spontaneously combusted with pride. When the reoccurring single step he usually takes from the standing position turned into two and then three, the look on that Little Man’s face was priceless. I screamed. I clapped. I did a back flip.
I called President Obama.
Hearing the commotion from shower stall, my momma came rushing in from the bathroom in her towel, and, well, she did the same thing, joining me in crazy company.
And then she called Oprah and asked her if she would like the exclusive interview with this wondrous kid.
It was magic.
And it hasn’t happened again for a good three hours, despite all of my coaxing.
And ah, to be a toddler.
Watching Little Man discover the world, grab the cat by the tail, and snuggle into his gramma’s lap opens up a whole new world for us here on the ranch. One that has been plumb full of adult wisdom and responsibilities for years. But when Little Man comes down the road backward in his car seat and reaches his arms up to us, his way of asking to be pulled out, to be shown something, to be held and bounced and kissed and hugged, I cant help but wish I had still had some of those memories with me.
I wish I could recall what it was like to taste the world for the first time, or the adventure of never knowing if it’s milk or juice in that sippy cup. I wish I could remember that thrill of my first step and the faces that were there cheering me on. I wish I could reach back in the depths of my mind to hear the lullabies sung and the stories told, to hear my mother’s young voice, my grandmother’s whistle. I wish I could feel the thrill of being tossed in the air with full confidence that my grandfather would be there to catch me.
I wish he could remember how happy he is making everyone around here. How he melts his grandmother’s worries away as soon as she see’s his face. How he makes everything else in his grandfather’s world disappear when he see’s his toothy smile.
I wish he could remember how his aunt loses all inhibitions in attempts to make him laugh and how everything’s right in his uncle’s world when he comes home from work and finds Little Man’s arms stretched out for a hug.
I know these particular events won’t stick in his little memory, but I know he will understand how important he is to our world.
Oh, and I will tell him.
Like how I did my first and only backflip when she saw him walk and how his gram called Oprah about the whole thing…
I probably won’t tell him about all the times he’s peed on me. Or how I repeatedly put his diapers on backwards.
Or how much he used to poop his pants.
Some memories are meant to be repressed.
Have a great weekend everyone. If you need me, I’ll be napping too.