Dear Peanut,
Last night I tried to explain to you that today is your birthday. The conversation made me laugh so hard I could barely watch where I was going. It went a little something like this:
Me: Peanut, tomorrow when you wake up it will be your birthday
Peanut: Today is my birthday!
Me: No, tomorrow is your birthday.
Peanut: Oh you mean in 5 days?
Me: Nope, I mean tomorrow.
Peanut: Does tomorrow mean today?
Me: No, tomorrow means tomorrow.
Me: Peanut, do you know when your birthday is?
Peanut: Yup, tomorrow!
Every single day you make me laugh hysterically with your wit, amaze me with your vast knowledge of so many topics, inspire me with the pure joy you find in the most simple moments (like when you exclaim, "Look, a rock!" as if it were a rare gem on our walk in the woods, and humble me when you work so hard for some things others just take for granted.
Right now you know just about everything there is to know about space and the planets, you rattle off facts about Venus and Jupiter, tell me that stars are made of helium and hydrogen. You love to talk about dinosaurs and all natural disasters but especially earthquakes and volcanoes. You could read about magma and lava and tectonic plates with me for hours and then you go and turn all of that knowledge into pretend play while you scream that the tectonic plates are shifting and pretend the earth has swallowed you up or that your bed is a rocketship that is taking you to Mars. I love all of these things about you daily, but there is one thing that you do that brings me the most joy. You skip. Everywhere. You skip to the bathroom, to the kitchen, you even skip to the step when I put you in timeout. To me, skipping is like rainbows, they just make you happy and are proof of all that is good in the world. I love watching you skip because it reaffirms for me that you are a joyful, happy little boy still untouched by the craziness and hardness that growing up can bring. I hope you skip forever, but for now I will just hope that you skip at least until your 6th birthday.
Papa Bear and I love you so very much. We wish you a very happy 5th birthday. Keep playing and pretending to be an astronaut, a garbage truck driver, a paleontologist and a dad. We would love for you to be any or all of those things and keep skipping through life because nothing can stand in your way!
Love
Mama Bear
Monday, March 24, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
Just Call Me Caveman
Two cavemen, two bunnies and a sabertooth tiger joined together to create the worlds first art festival, complete with a cave wall painting, song, dance, artwork and costumes. What an awesome Odyssey of the Mind team!
Here is the link to a dress rehearsal: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Me7ToHFafE
Here is the link to a dress rehearsal: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Me7ToHFafE
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Too Big for Kisses
I knew this day would come but I was hoping that I could put it off for a few more years. At the start of the school year, Little Man would let me walk him to the bus stop, give me a hug and a kiss before getting on the bus and never think twice about it. I loved those moments and hoped that he would stay little and unaware of "being cool" for as long as possible.
Recently, we were getting ready to go to Little Man's basketball game and he asked if Papa Bear could take him instead of me. I was surprised because basketball was kind of our thing to do together so I asked him why. I was hoping that my enthusiastic spectating wasn't upsetting him. It turns out that it had nothing to do with basketball and everything to do with the sleep over he was going to after the game. Apparently he didn't want me to come to the game because that would mean that I would insist on a hug and a kiss before he headed out with his friend and Papa Bear doesn't insist on that level of affection.
Of course, I understand where he is coming from and get that can be embarrassing. So after the game I told him we could say our goodbye in the car or around the corner where no one would see but that the hug and kiss goodbye meant a lot to me and isn't anything to be embarrassed of. So we did. With a huge sigh and a teenager like rolling of the eyes he gave me a quick hug and kiss and went off with his friend. I really wish we could have delayed this because I think we have way too many years in front of us before giving your mom a hug becomes cool again.
Recently, we were getting ready to go to Little Man's basketball game and he asked if Papa Bear could take him instead of me. I was surprised because basketball was kind of our thing to do together so I asked him why. I was hoping that my enthusiastic spectating wasn't upsetting him. It turns out that it had nothing to do with basketball and everything to do with the sleep over he was going to after the game. Apparently he didn't want me to come to the game because that would mean that I would insist on a hug and a kiss before he headed out with his friend and Papa Bear doesn't insist on that level of affection.
Of course, I understand where he is coming from and get that can be embarrassing. So after the game I told him we could say our goodbye in the car or around the corner where no one would see but that the hug and kiss goodbye meant a lot to me and isn't anything to be embarrassed of. So we did. With a huge sigh and a teenager like rolling of the eyes he gave me a quick hug and kiss and went off with his friend. I really wish we could have delayed this because I think we have way too many years in front of us before giving your mom a hug becomes cool again.
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