October 23, 2004 - Language and love -
I've been having a terrible time finding the mental room to write about Everett. But boy, am I loving him right now.
I don't think I love him more than I loved him before. But he's just been incredibly sweet - in episodes, of course, occasionally interspersed with top-of-the-lungs screaming - but it more than makes up for it.
First, there's the new phrases he's learned, which include "I miss you, mama," "I love you mom," or his best, "love you dad." When it's really time to go to sleep, he'll say, "good night, mom. Love you mom."
Today daddy called. I asked him, "do you miss daddy sweetie?" he told him, right on cue, "I miss daddy!" He said "love you dad" upon prompting. I'll bet Jonathan almost cried.
I almost cry, or do cry, on a regular basis (hey, it's those pregnant hormones kicking in, right?). I'm just so amazed, and proud, of him sometimes. He's such an adult all of the sudden.
Take his pronouns. He's had trouble figuring out that "you" and "me" are interchangeable. When he wants to sit next to me? "I sit nexsqueam." (I sit next to me). The last two days? He's been saying, "I sit next to you, mama!"
Suddenly his "me"s and "you"s are completely perfect. Every time he uses "me" correctly, I want to start sobbing. He's just so smart and sweet and perfect!
He's so happy with the things he does. He loves to run and jump on my chair and hug me. When he sits "nexsqueam" in the chair he lays his head on my shoulder and puts one arm around me. He likes to climb on my back and hug me as tight as possible.
He loves trains. Trains send him over the moon, especially Thomas, Percy and the rest of their friends. He found a Thomas the Tank Engine set - with Percy and all the tracks - at the Goodwill Bins. He loves it so much that he takes it apart every so often, puts it back in the box, and carries it around with him.
And he loves his trains, he's saying so right now. "I love Thomas!" he says, with the sweetest twist to his voice. He hugs them close, and helps them when they're in trouble. He even hugs the box when they're all inside.
He's such a cuddler. He has a little tiny stuffed bear that came with a baby he got for his birthday. He calls the bear the baby, and hugs it close, carries it around everywhere, feeding it, tucking it in, loving it with all his heart. He's that way with whatever toy is the "baby" or the favorite that day. He loves so, so much.
I've promised to start writing more about Everett. So I'm endeavoring to give you little windows into him without going on forever. I'll try my best - it will give you so much more of him. But how can I help going on about my sweet perfect smart little guy? I will, I will. I'll write more soon, I promise.
