I would like to take a moment to say how awesome I think my son is. This has nothing to do with how cute he is. (I mean, it's awesome, and I hear it almost every day, but can't take credit since I have no control over it and from what I hear he looks more like Peter's side of the family anyway.) But he is an amazing little boy.
Last night we went to a potluck and there were a few other little kids there. Three of them were older and he really liked hanging out with them. When we first got there he went outside with them and ran around until the crazy thunderstorm started picking up steam. Then they all came inside and he wanted to hang out with them and stuck with them all night. Other than having to ask him to let the kids have their personal space he was awesome with them, and even shared his favorite tractor. I feel bad a lot because he almost never gets to hang out with other kids, so I worry about his social skills. At one point they went into a bedroom to watch cartoons, and while the other kids were jumping on the bed and hiding in the closet, he was just lying there with his chin on his hands and giggling at 'Madagascar'. All of the parents were kind of taking turns going in to check on the kids and they commented a few times on how good he was being. It made me feel very proud.
And this is not a total fluke episode. I mean, he does have occasional tantrums... He is two after all. Just yesterday he started crying (loudly) when we were leaving the grocery store because I made him get out of his "car" basket (which are the most annoying things to try to steer through a grocery store - I almost knocked over a few displays). But by the time we were out to the real car he had stopped crying and was talking about how he was excited to have a quesadilla for lunch. And we had to leave the baseball game early last week because he kept trying to jump on Jacque's pregnant belly. But he is generally just a go-with-the-flow, snugly, cuddly (his favorite phrase now is "holda mommy" when we're going down the stairs), playing, laughing, happy kid.
Peter and I are also becoming more and more astounded by how smart he is. Of course, I don't have much to compare him to, so he might just be right at his level, but we like to think he's brilliant. Recently he's been wanting to take books (yay!) and a couple of cars, trucks or trains into bed with him. On Saturday when I went in to get him up from his nap he didn't want to get out of his bed because he had made a bridge out of his books. While he was sleeping his trains were sleeping under the bridge, and once he was awake he wanted to drive them in and out. And sometimes he just sits in there with the books and flips through them looking at the pictures. This makes me happier than anything.
We've started talking a tiny little bit to him about having a new brother or sister. When we ask him if he's excited and if he will like someone to share his toys with and play with he says yes. Yesterday morning Peter had him saying hello to Cranberry in my belly, and he started trying to tickle the baby. Whenever Peters says "You're going to have a new brother or sister" he always focuses on the "sister" part. Sixth sense or just the last word heard? Either way I have no doubt that he is going to be one heck of a big brother, and one generally amazing little man.
Of course, I really hope this doesn't mean Cranberry is going to be a hell-child to make up for it...
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