Owen is getting to an
age where he is starting to string words and sounds together as a way to tell
Clara and I stories. It is incredibly fun. The first story he started to tell was about seeing two
military helicopters when he was at the grocery store with his mom. To tell this
story he makes his helicopter noise (alas, he cannot yet say helicopter), a
sort of tucka-tucka-tucka to imitate the propeller, and then he says two (and
he holds up all of his fingers on one hand), and then he says "mama."
He saw helicopters, two of them, with his mama.
A week or so ago
there was a spider in our basement. Typically he likes bugs so we called him
over to see it and for some reason it scared him. I killed it and threw it
away. To my son I was St George slaying the dragon. He tells the story multiple
times every day. He makes his bug noise, "bzzzz," and then his scared
noise, a sort of low whine. I then ask him what happened to the bug. He says,
"Dada! Yes!" And does the 80s style fist pump as he says yes.
He loves giraffes. He
has a few books with giraffes in them and a puzzle with a giraffe as one of the
pieces. Whenever we come across a giraffe in one of his books he has to get up
and get the puzzle piece to show us. Clara was at work the other night and we
watched a youtube video of a baby giraffe. It was pretty cute, but I wasn't
sure it had made an impression. When she got home she asked what we had done
and I told her we had played outside, read books, ate dinner, listened to
music, and we had watched a video. Owen lit up and said "raffe." He
then copied the way it had been eating with its long tongue and said
"beby," his current cutest word.
I know kids can be a
burden and that you have more free time and money and stuff if you don't have
them. Sometimes I wish I could just come home and relax instead of coming home
and playing with him until he goes to bed. But then he goes to bed and ten
minutes later I miss him and want to sneak in and look at him. Nothing in my
life--no achievement or job or book on my shelf--is worth more than my time with him. He is
a gift, a treasure, an immense responsibility, a burden, an article of grace,
and my little man.
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