I should be heading to bed, or working on that proposal that's due... but what I also need is a charge. Recharge. And a reminder of all the good going on at the casa. Feeling in the grind rather than in the groove at the moment... sigh. No complaints. Just in search of a diversion while I enjoy a little late night quiet.
Was thinking about the list of things I want to remember about the Bear just yesterday evening... like how he says, "no no no bebe" in the sweetest little voice and also screams almost constantly between the hours of 5:30 and 6:30 p.m. nightly. The contrast in our lives from moment to moment is comical. Nothing you can do but laugh the longer the screaming goes on.
Was thinking about the list of things I want to remember about the Bear just yesterday evening... like how he says, "no no no bebe" in the sweetest little voice and also screams almost constantly between the hours of 5:30 and 6:30 p.m. nightly. The contrast in our lives from moment to moment is comical. Nothing you can do but laugh the longer the screaming goes on.
He has also just this weekend started taking my finger and saying "me, me... " as in "come with me mom I have something to show you." Often he wants to show me his juice cup in the fridge or the back door and how it leads to the OUTSIDE. Uhm- it was 105 the other day... it's going to be a long hot summer and being in the heat doesn't help my ability to be the patient and loving mother I strive to be.
My favorite, and one I hope to capture on video, is his rendition of the Darth Vader music. Dum dum dum, da-da dum, da-da dum. da, da da, Dum-da-dum da-da dum. Always gets the first three notes. Mind you, all those da das under his belt and he calls Daddy, "Mahhhhh." It's different than ma ma. But it's definitely not Dada. or Deeda. or anything close to Dad. We've got father's day coming up... maybe he can make the connection in time.
By the way, he could be in the middle of singing this tune and if someone says it's time to brush teeth he is off and running to the bathroom, scooting around the tight corner like a cartoon character bouncing on its heel...A guaranteed obedient/happy moment in the day. Maybe he'll take on the family business someday. The kid loves to brush.
Having B around is like having Godzilla in the living room sometimes. He throws his cup... he whacks things off the coffee table... The other day at the pool he was walking around the grounds pushing the white plastic chairs over. One at a time. Left arm, Right arm. Taking them out... because he can. And after the destruction and screaming and food all over the floor... he settles in smelling like pure honey. It's like he breathes honey past 8 p.m. At the day's end, he wants to rock and snuggle in. He will put his little hand on my shoulder and pat me three times... just like I do to him. Little Bear. Growing so fast. 20 months already. Barely any baby left...
And then there's G-man. The only baby left in that boy is this baby talk thing that makes me insane. INSANE! We're trying to break him of it... And then there's the recurring, "I love you mama" or "I love you daddy" that comes out of nowhere, a sincere gift every time. We hope it lasts forever. I guess it balances out.
Dressed as a sheep with specially requested horns, G started the pre-k graduation by leading the Pledge. I always said he has the right hair for politics. God help him. Since becoming a graduate, he's been at Camp at school and having a blast. Movies, swimming, library, game day...Today they did Zumba...I don't think the summer boredom thing is on his horizon. Although he has seemed to pick up the word boring from the older kids. "Ohhhhh but that will be so booooooooring," he said when I asked him to help me snap green beans last night... Of course once we were eating he wanted full credit for the beans.
This was in between renditions of the same song over and over again at full volume. At the table.I finally joined in singing it as loud as I could without scaring B. And then I whispered it to see if he took the lead. It didn't take. Singing is his new thing. Along with a top called a Bey Blade that has entertained him exclusively for days now. Who needs a video game? A top. It's all the rage. Seeeeeeeee, simple pleasures. Smile.
There's so much more... so much! But that's all I have for tonight... along with this thought. Remember that scene in Say Anything when they have the volume turned up above the red line? We spend a lot of time above the volume line at the Casa. The music of our lives is loud.
