One of the things I looked forward to most when Luke was born, was having conversations with my child. What is that little blob of a baby thinking? What is he learning as we go through life? What ideas, inspirations, lessons is he finding in our day-to-day experiences? I just find it fascinating to see him soak up stories, people, places, and then make them his own. It is the most rewarding part of parenting so far. Although, there are times when I just beg Luke to please let my ears rest, because sometimes his narration of every. little. thing.
gets to be a bit much.
I notice though, that I am appreciating Seamus' blobby stage more than I did Luke's. I've learned a little more patience, I think, in allowing my baby to be a baby and not always wishing he were older. And Seamus, although you may have lots to say in a few years, I can't help but hope (a teeny bit!) that you won't be as talkative as your brother. Maybe you could express yourself through watercolors, or dancing, or an instrument. Just not the drums, for then whatever would my poor ears do?
You eyes are blue, but your peepholes are black, Mommy.
(When confronted sitting at the kitchen table with the bag of marshmallows and a mouth full of marshmallows, and fists full of marshmallows) I'm just going to make us some marshmallow bran muffins for breakfast, okay?
Luke: Do the speakers live at the bank?
me: Who?
Luke: The speakers. Do they live there?
me: I'm not sure who you're talking about, but nobody lives at the bank.
Luke: Oh. So they just work there?
me: The speakers?
Luke: (nods)
me: Do they work behind the counter?
Luke: (nods)
me: . . .You mean the tellers?
Luke: (breathlessly) Ye-ah.
Dad is turning on the music so that I can be rock and roll.
I'm rock and rolling!
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