Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Yesterday all he would eat is avocados; today it's garbanzo beans plucked from a curry sauce. And animal tookies. (If you aren't fluent in "baby," that means cookies.) Today is he hates avocados-- he say, "Nucky." Then shivers.
After lunch, he carries the kitty around like a suitcase even as she is squawking for her freedom and trying to bite his hands. Seconds later, they share a cluster of pilfered straws from the drawer I thought was too high for the baby to reach... Then they throw them around and roll in them and laugh high hyena laughs. Well, the baby does, not the kitty. She appears to be hard at work with those straws, and not merely having fun.
My baby is tow toot! (See above. And contrary to what you might be thinking, "baby" is vastly more complex than exchanging the beginning sound of any word to a t.) (No it's not.) I tell him that he's toot all the time.
"Baby!" I yell at him till he looks at me, "You are tow toot!" And then I sink my lips into his fluffy cheeks. Yes, sink. Cheeks extra fluffy = lips can sink.
My baby wants to be outside all the day. ("All the day" is a Boo phrase. Is this post getting too multi-lingual?)
"Baby!" I yell at him till he looks at me, "It's too cold. Want read?"
No, I assume, as he brings me his boots.
This morning, I mustered up the strength to take him on a bike ride. He wore layers of down and fleece and blankets and I pulled his beanie extra low over his ears and neck and away we went. FIVE minutes after leaving the driveway, we were back. The wind was ripping across us, pulling off my hood and making my gloved fingers burn and tingle. They were frozen. As were we. I pulled my baby from the seat and in my hurry scurry his boots fell to the garage floor and he started to cry and I ran him into the house and ripped off all his layers and grabbed a thick down blanket from the basket and wrapped him in it on the couch.
He nestled down. He sucked on his paci. He eased himself into comfort with the absent-minded toddler sounds of content. Then, he looked up at me, and he said:
"Wa reee." Which in "baby" means, of course, that he wanted to read.
(I told you baby!)
I love my baby.
I'm so lucky he's mine.