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Baby Love

March 12, 2007

It's hard not to be in love in the spring.  And I am.  I'm completely "twitterpated" with my son.  Don't get me wrong.  I always love him.  Just sometimes I feel the more pressing urge for five minutes alone.  Or a full night's sleep.  Or a shopping trip all by myself.  But not right now.  Right now I want to spend every single minute with him-- even when he's asleep. 

It started when I got sick about three weeks ago.  I was hit hard by the flu and then a resulting sinus infection. I was no fun for a full week, and not much fun for about a week after that while I waited for my antibiotics to do their thing.  My poor little man had no idea why mommy was too sick to play trains with him, or do anything more than huddle on the couch and cough.  My husband was great, taking care of everything.  I even had to call my dad (I wanted my daddy!) to put him to bed one night (an hour's drive for my dad) when Ben had class and I was so fever-achy that I couldn't even stand to be touched, much less go through the wrestling match that is often bath-and-bed.  He was horribly upset and didn't want to let me out of his sight at all.  He just curled up next to me on the couch and watched movies with me, patting my back when I would cough uncontrollably (although once he did scream, "Stop coughing!  Right now!" when I had to stop talking to him to cough up a lung). 

So since I got better I've been spoiling him rotten.  Lots of ice cream, lots of outings.  I've let him sleep in my bed several times, which makes my husband shake his head.  I can't seem to get enough of him.  It turns out that while I was sick he made all sorts of cognitive leaps!  He can suddenly give accurate directions to places we've only been once, he can count to ten, and he's able to say the correct titles of all of his books.  What did I miss?

Right after I started getting better he asked us to take him to the store for Gordon.  We had been rewarding him with battery-powered trains from the Thomas set when he filled up his potty sticker chart, and we were out of trains.  We jokingly told him that if he had any money, he could buy Gordon himself.  Silly Mommy and Daddy!  He ran over to his ducky bank and brought it back!  We counted out over three dollars in change, and off we went.  Clutching his Ziploc of pennies, he found Gordon right away--only it was the magnetic kind with no batteries.  I pointed out James to him (another one he didn't have) but he was set on Gordon.  With box in arms, we set off to the front.  When he started talking about Gordon "vrooming" when we got home, I gently told him that this Gordon didn't "vroom" and couldn't take batteries.  He looked at the box, then looked at me:  "Can we please get James instead?" he asked softly.  Wow.  When did he grow up?  We went back, got James, and he proudly handed his money and James to the cashier, who counted out every dime and penny, gave Cai James and the receipt, and let me pay for the rest of James when Cai wasn't paying attention.  Of course, every time he plays with James now he has to mention that Gordon didn't vroom...

He's also become interested in the baby doll we got him for his birthday last May.  He showed little interest at first, but now he insists on dressing her-- including diaper-- and putting her hat on.  He carries her around and sleeps with her.  He even feeds her from a toy bottle!  When my little sister came over with her new baby, he brought over his baby to show her that she wasn't the only one.  He's such a good daddy!

I'm sure I'll get busy soon, and forget to wonder at how amazing this little person is that I am lucky enough to spend time with.  Right now, though, I look forward to hearing him pad up to the side of my bed in the morning, carrying his Bob the Builder pillow, his baby, and his puppy, and ordering the dog to move so he can get his morning "snuggas" in.  Just the smell of his curly toddler head makes me eager to start my day as his mommy.