Dear son,
21 months might be a weird month to decide to write you, but hey, you gotta take it where I can give it. The other day, you and I went on our very first mommy, son date. Sure we do things together all the time. We go to the store, we drive your big sisters around like a taxi, we hang out on my bed while I work and you play with your six MAYER trucks. See, you? Are sorta easy. Compared to your sisters at least. You will go anywhere and do almost anything. You will sleep in my lap, on the couch, in the stroller, or just about anywhere. Therefore, you are easy to just tote around. As long as you are fed and have a car to play with, you are good to go.
What I’m trying to say, is we do spend tons of time together. But on Saturday? I decided to take you someplace that was special. Just us. We went to the Children’s Museum for a few hours. We looked at everything. We played with everything. You were absolutely thrilled to spend time touching everything and not having to be buckled into a stroller. Or have me say, uh-uh bubs, that’s not for touching. You touched everything. Every inch of space in the entire place. Every kid you passed. You even picked up some binky off the floor and put it in your mouth, before handing it back to the little girl who had dropped it. I shudder at the thought of that, but you are a binky fool, so what can I say?
You talked non-stop. I have a theory about this. That you and your sisters have a very high word quota a day. Not sure where you get it. Ahem. You even said your very first sentence today.
Mama, yook-it, Bub’s big man now.
Son? You may be big. But you are not a big man now. You were wearing a fireman’s outfit though, so I’ll let it slide. You are not even 21 months until Friday. Please to be remembering.
You liked dressing up like a Fireman. You loved the train room. You adored sitting in a big cocoon thing. You liked playing with the fake food, which I found funny, since you could care less to play with the fake food we have at home. Maybe fake food is better tasting there? No clue.
This was the first of many, many, many, mama-son days. That I can promise you.
Love you son,
Mama
6 Responses to Almost 21 months
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I love this.
He is blessed to have a mom who will do this for him…to keep forever.
That, and you know…overlook the germ thing?
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How did he get to be 21 months old?! Omg. I remember you texting me that he was here! Aw. I’m glad y’all had a great day together.
That was lovely.
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So sweet. That is one lucky little guy, who will grow up knowing his mommy adores him.
Aww, what a sweet post! He’s really going to love this one day…though, fair warning, it may not be until well into his 20s!
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I used to love taking my daughter to the local Children’s Museum, and even better, the one in Portland. I’ll bet he just adored having big boy time with mom, though. That’s priceless. Even now, with my daughter 14, I notice that if too much time goes by without some mama/daughter time, we get out of whack and snipy at each other. Not that there’s no sniping on a more regular basis, but it gets worse, you know?
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