Things I Don't Want to Forget
Right now when G is trying to tell you something, he’ll often add on his version of “also” to continue the train of though. Except he pronounces it “aw-soh-lee” and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. And I never want to forget him when he’s this little and pronouncing this word like this.
I don’t want to forget E calling to me from the back of the car randomly that “Mama, some day when I’m older I’m going to tell you I want to do gymnastics. I’ll let you know.” I clarified that he didn’t want to do them now, he didn’t talk to anyone at school about them that day either, so I’m not sure why it was on his mind, but not to worry - he’ll let me know when he’s ready.
I don’t want to forget that G classifies letters as either uppercase or downercase.
Or E after one day leading up to Christmas saying “I played too hard today. I can’t play that hard again.”
It’s not all good things I want to remember. I want to remember the hard things too. Like G’s nightmares? Night terrors? We’re not sure which. I’d call them night terrors, except they usually happen during nap time which is odd to me. Either way, when you get to him it always seems like he’s not quite awake, and he’s always shaking in your arms. There’s not much you can do but hug him until he wakes up, but event that sometimes is hard. On a recent night wake up, I went into his room and he was sitting up in his crib, just rocking back and forth. I asked him if he’d like a hug, and he responded “I did already have a hug!” And since you can’t argue with a kid who’s not really awake, there wasn’t much I could do except rub his back and give him his baa baas.
Although that’s also not always a safe bet. One night I ran in to him screaming “I don’t want the baa baas in my crib!” I scooped him up and held him tight while he was shaking in my arms. He kept saying “Go downstairs! I’ll be quiet!” Eventually he started to calm down and his breathing slowed. He started reaching down and grabbing at his feet. I’m still holding him, but he’s bending down like he’s trying to reach something. I ask him what he’s looking for: “I can’t find my baa baas!” I told him they’re in his crib, and asked if he wanted to go back in. He said yes, and once I put him back in, he laughed and goes “Oh there they are!” and falls back asleep.
I don’t want to forget E trying to explain to G the difference between a forklift and a tractor: “See the tractor doesn’t have the hole. They’re much more differenter.”