Tuesday, February 16, 2010
My favorite thing Logan said today
Tonight a dress I ordered online came in the mail. When I opened it Logan decided I should try it on (stall tactic to avoid bedtime). Upon trying it on, Logan announced "You're a ballerina!"
Monday, February 15, 2010
Life and Death and all that is in between
Tonight I witnessed sheer joy embodied in my child. I filled the kitchen sinks up with water and let Logan stand in the beloved learning tower with one cup and a spoon. 30 minutes later I had to practically detach him from the learning tower to throw him in the tub and get ready for bed.
In between I felt a myriad of emotions. As Logan played in the water, busy scrubbing the counters or pretending to put out fires, I read a series of emails from my father describing his journey with my grandfather. My grandfather is dying and my dad spent two weeks at his side in palliative care.
My brain scrambled to take in all that I was reading, my thoughts punctuated by gleeful laughter.
And, so this is life, these amazing moments filled with incredible emotions that boil down to deciding whether to succumb to my own pain as my marriage ended and my grandfather dies or to instead join in the glee.
I joined in. We splashed, we played, we drenched the kitchen. He told me stories. He wants to go to hawaii with his friend Grant. He wants to take a spaceship with the aliens to the bottom of the ocean (read "Flotsam"). He wants to fish for sharks in the bathtub - they are yellow and blue and green and purple. He wants to start at his new daycare tomorrow as he has declared the old one moldy. And he never wants to sleep again. And with all of that, who couldn't be filled with glee.
In between I felt a myriad of emotions. As Logan played in the water, busy scrubbing the counters or pretending to put out fires, I read a series of emails from my father describing his journey with my grandfather. My grandfather is dying and my dad spent two weeks at his side in palliative care.
My brain scrambled to take in all that I was reading, my thoughts punctuated by gleeful laughter.
And, so this is life, these amazing moments filled with incredible emotions that boil down to deciding whether to succumb to my own pain as my marriage ended and my grandfather dies or to instead join in the glee.
I joined in. We splashed, we played, we drenched the kitchen. He told me stories. He wants to go to hawaii with his friend Grant. He wants to take a spaceship with the aliens to the bottom of the ocean (read "Flotsam"). He wants to fish for sharks in the bathtub - they are yellow and blue and green and purple. He wants to start at his new daycare tomorrow as he has declared the old one moldy. And he never wants to sleep again. And with all of that, who couldn't be filled with glee.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Driving by age 3 - Must they grow up so fast?
Logan has decided it is time for him to drive the car. This began a few weeks ago with his first request “Can I drive us home?”
This morning Logan followed up with this…
As we were walking out the door to leave for work and school, Logan decided I should stay home today. He walked through the door and shut it. (He was a bit faster than me as I was still putting on my shoes so it took me a few seconds to catch up with him) Right before I could open the door, he opened it again and said “Can I have your keys?”
I couldn't help it and laughed out loud. He was so earnest in his request. He was shocked when I said no.
We again discussed that he must get bigger before he can drive the car. His response to this always is “I have to eat more vegetables and get growing.”
This morning Logan followed up with this…
As we were walking out the door to leave for work and school, Logan decided I should stay home today. He walked through the door and shut it. (He was a bit faster than me as I was still putting on my shoes so it took me a few seconds to catch up with him) Right before I could open the door, he opened it again and said “Can I have your keys?”
I couldn't help it and laughed out loud. He was so earnest in his request. He was shocked when I said no.
We again discussed that he must get bigger before he can drive the car. His response to this always is “I have to eat more vegetables and get growing.”
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