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| i know i'm biased, but dear god he's cute. |
we've been talking about getting on an airplane a lot, because we'll soon be visiting extended family in florida, so the plane talk is pretty standard. but what the heck was he talking about with the park?
this past weekend we went to the playground, so i asked him, "do you mean the park with the rock wall, john?"
"no, mommy," he said. "with the tractor. we go on a big airplane and a little airplane and play at the tractor park.
i couldn't sort it out in my head.
then he said, "with grandpa!"
and i realized: he was discussing the park in maryland that we visited with my dad the last time we visited him ... for memorial day. in may. of 2012. eight months ago.
i have no idea what memory is like for a 2.5 year old. but i was stunned that he recalled all of that in such vivid detail. what a complex and amazing marvel the brain is. and what an incredible insight into the brain a two year old is.
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and it gets me thinking, remembering what john himself was like eight months ago.
he's so much surer on his feet.
he can pedal his tricycle all by himself -- even if he often chooses to ride it like a scooter instead. he's talking even more, of course.
he's more stubborn, but more sweet.
he's learned to manipulate a little -- telling me i'm the sweet mommy ever not just when he loves me, but when he wants something.
he's counting to 12. why 12 i don't know, but he likes to count to 12. and singing, even making up his own songs.
he's a little man, running around with a purpose and a mission, places to go and people to see.
he's a big boy, who says he is "baby john" but his name is "john charis heid," thank you very much.
he says please and thank you and covers his nose when he sneezes.
he uses the potty more than half of the time.
but you know what? he's still my little baby. i can still remember him as an infant, swaddled in my arms. i can still remember the smell of that spicy/sweet one-year-old after the bath to remove his birthday party icing from him. i remember him at every stage, even as i see the dude in that picture above and go, holy smokes how time flies.
i guess a mama's memory is a pretty interesting thing too.
he's counting to 12. why 12 i don't know, but he likes to count to 12. and singing, even making up his own songs.
he's a little man, running around with a purpose and a mission, places to go and people to see.
he's a big boy, who says he is "baby john" but his name is "john charis heid," thank you very much.
he says please and thank you and covers his nose when he sneezes.
he uses the potty more than half of the time.
but you know what? he's still my little baby. i can still remember him as an infant, swaddled in my arms. i can still remember the smell of that spicy/sweet one-year-old after the bath to remove his birthday party icing from him. i remember him at every stage, even as i see the dude in that picture above and go, holy smokes how time flies.
i guess a mama's memory is a pretty interesting thing too.
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