No that’s not a little man in a big forest. It’s a little Forrest in a big world. He’s 19 months as of Friday and already thinks he’s a 6-year-old. Or maybe 7. He decided on Saturday that there would be NO HOLDING HANDS while we trekked through the trees. None. Meh! he yells, which is his usually-loud way to say no, I’m doing it my way. Meh! Then off he went, no regard for trails or mud or ferns larger than his body in his path. Meh!
He’s getting so big, our little man. Every day brings more words and more understanding, more explorations and more laughter. He’s speaking to us in full sentences that sound like, as our neighbor pointed out, Ozzy Osborne on a good day (aka complete gibberish), nodding or shaking his head, with inflection and tone. Complete sentences we can’t understand, so we just answer back in context to what we’re doing – “You’re right, you aren’t supposed to feed the dog” – which so far satisfies everyone. A couple weeks ago he started singing a song that sounded a lot like Farmer in the Dell, then I finally figured out it’s a naming song they do every day in daycare. So now we sing Forrest is Here! on a regular basis, subbing in names of his classmates, animals, daddy, momma and dog-dog, over and over to his delight. AND he finally started calling me Momma, which has been the best development all month.
Chase is the game of choice around our parts. Changing a diaper has become a chase through the house, giggling baby on the run, arms flapping. Putting on a coat and shoes is also a chase, unless we make it very clear we’re going Outside, so he’ll run over to climb up on the bench and tell us how to put on the shoes and gloves and a coat (I think that’s what he’s saying = ). That’s if he lets us put on the shoes without a Meh! and lots of helping first. There’s a lot of helping lately. I’m trying to pad our time as needed because strapping into the car seat, getting the bread out for toast (or just bread, he’s been eating it plain lately, crust first), putting on socks and shoes, feeding the dog… all requires help. I get out two brooms to sweep, one for each of us, then sweep again behind him because he likes to help.
And you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing. Despite some frustrations on all sides, some testing from his, some tears, I wouldn’t change a bit of this journey. We are so blessed and lucky and privileged to watch Forrest grow, help him grow, and be a part of his life. He has made our lives better and richer, our relationship better and richer, just for being.
I hope the big world is ready for our little Forrest.
And Happy Monday! Mine didn’t start off in the best vein but I’m counting on smooth sailing for the rest of the week. I’m reminding myself regularly today of the last words I said to Forrest when I dropped him off at daycare:
Have a GOOD DAY!
He enjoys batting at the daffodils as I say “gentle, gentle” the entire time. Until he sees a bird – “Bird!!” he yells. He was yelling Bird! from the back seat on the way home a short while later and I had to really look a while to spot the vee of geese waaay off to the left. Kid has eyes like a hawk.
Since deciding to run toward rather than away yesterday, I’m feeling very energized about the blog and my presence out in the world and the possibility I can make Curly Girl Press into a business. I know you have complete faith in me, Mom, but I’m still working on having it in myself. I sincerely hope this feeling sticks around for a while.
If the weather holds (currently a wee bit of the great orb is shining down upon me) we may make a trip to the zoo tomorrow so Forrest can see in person all of those animals he knows and loves from his books. According to the weather on my phone it won’t be holding (and in fact may be snowy in Tigard?!).
I need to take some pictures of my paper collection for an upcoming post. If you’ve ever seen my paper collection you know that’s a pretty hefty task. I’m bound to find some gems I forgot, and I’m hoping to find a sheet of alphabet letters with pictures to put on the wall for Forrest, but regardless trying to take pictures will involve touching and fondling and loving on a lot of paper goods. I’ll be in BLISS!
Just finished listening to the soundtrack for Inside Llewyn Davis, which I bought on iTunes because of the song Fare Thee Well by Oscar Isaac & Marcus Mumford (could listen to this on repeat for a good hour or two), and I’ll be moving on to a good Jack Johnson session next.
And I get to dance again on Sunday, as long as Karen is feeling better since we use her house. Will you all join me in wishing Karen better so I can dance with my friends? Thank you so much!
Here’s to a fabulous Friday and an amazing weekend to come. Will you all join me in that, too? You’re the best. = )
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A couple of tiny opportunities are in my blog life right now. This blog that started out with huge intentions to be full of art (and the reason to get back into art and creativity and making), but has morphed into a photo/mommy/life/tiny-bit-of-art blog instead. These little opportunities – and they really are tiny things – might bring more traffic to my blog. Might. Likely will, at least for a short time. And I find myself thinking, “But I’m not doing anything here. Why would anyone want to stick around? Now I should/have to put more time, effort, and art into the blog, do I have the energy to do that?”
I find myself starting to run away from these tiny possibilities. Because they might lead somewhere good.
How silly is that?
So I’m not going to run away, I’m going to embrace these tiny opportunities and see what happens. Today’s Truthbomb was right on target for me – I can do it.
(Remember: Abundance, Jamie. Plenty. Tiny things are good. = )