Sunday, May 21, 2006

Things I Love About My Son
My son just turned two. Two rocks.
  • I love how every room in the entire world can be divided into two distinct, yet equally significant, camps: "Fan" (Phhhhun) and "No Fan" (Nuhphhhun).
  • I love how his friends are so important that when he leaves them, he spends the next few hours still saying goodbye ("Byebye Noah...Byebye Abby...Byebye Alex...Byebye Everett...")
  • I love how without ever seeing an episode of MacGyver, he can still escape from the most tenuous of circumstances (eg., his crib) with simply the tools on hand ("So I have Elmo, a small pillow, and Blankie. Okay Elmo, cover me...").
  • I love how he can point to any random woman on the street and say "Mama?", yet he can easily spot the difference between a bulldozer, cement truck, dump truck, big digger, and as of yesterday, steamroller (okay, so this point isn't that great. For me, anyway.).
  • I love how he digs all things Pittsburgh Steelers, yet always runs up to me after I get a pedicure and exclaims "Red Toe!"--sometimes while simultaneously attempting to clod around in my 5" Co-op platforms.

Like I said, two rocks.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Ahhhh! So the "terrible twos" is a myth. Happy (belated?) Birthday to your son.

When he grows up, he's totally going to be a professional superhero. Or 007.