Happy Dude
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I’m not going to spend any time lamenting my crappy blogging follow through. One would hope that the time I’m not spending here I’m spending with my boy. And its true. Sort of.
I woke up one day recently and discovered that my son is a person. He’s not a baby any more. And he’s more than that generic term they give all toddling creatures. He’s more than a toddler. He’s a little guy. A little person. Other people notice it too. Here’s what I know about this little person — he’s funny. He’s a hambone. He likes to stop dead in his tracks when he hears a tune he digs, and then without skipping a beat he bends way over and shakes his badonkadonk like he means business. This boy knows how to GET DOWN.
He like football. I’m not just posturing because its Super Bowl Sunday. He thinks the TV is FOR FOOTBALL. He looks at it when it is not on, tosses his arms up in the air and yells FOOBALLLLLL!!!!!! I actually think that’s my fault. I was the one who tried to cheer him up when he wasn’t feeling well by asking if he wanted to watch football with me. When he said yes I looked at him and yelled ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOOOTBALLLLLL? Apparently he was ready. He’s always ready. He can’t pass a tv in Best Buy without yelling FOOOOBALLLLL! His other mother and I spend days deliberating over how we’ll manage to actually deny the existence of football (and hockey) when he’ old enough to play.
He’s musical. He sings all the time. His vocabulary is somewhat limited. But it doesn’t stop him from singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in perfect pitch. Who knows what his lyrics mean. But I have to say there’s nothing better than waking up to the faint sound of his sweet vocals in the next room. He’s mastering Happy Birthday and the ABC song too.
Yesterday we took kitchen utensils and banged them together like the drummer from Aerosmith. 1-2-3-4!! We yelled, before launching into our drum solo and then giggling hysterically over and over. I called his other mom and asked her not to come home without a drum. He’s been bangin that skin ever since. 1-2-3-4 bababadabadabadaba. It is awesome.
My boy is curious and charming and sweet and mischievious. He’s sneaky and adventurous. He’s fast and loud and bright and emotional. He’s a drama king. He’s precocious. He’s a person. Every day I like him more. I always love him. But every day I like this *person* more.
I can’t wait to see who he’s going to be.