Avi just threw his lovie out of the crib. I picked it up and told him that I wasn't going to pick it up again, so he had better not toss it out again. He looked at me with that devilish twinkle in his eyes and dangled the lovie over the side of his crib. I told him again, "I wouldn't throw your lovie out because I'm not going to pick it up and you'll be sad." He grinned and tossed it. Now he's screaming. It's amazing how long it takes to learn some of these lessons about natural consequences. Seems many adults haven't figured it out.
But that's actually not why I decided to write a note tonight. He's a turkey like that multiple times a day, so that's not particularly noteworthy. What was amazing was bath time. Out of the double set of letters and numbers, 70 some floaty colorful foam symbols in the tub, he correctly found Q, A, and Y on the first try. He also found the matching letter for several others that I named. He had an H and I told him what it was and told him to find the other one and he did. Same with L. I thought that was pretty impressive for a toddler who has had a noticeable speech delay.
Now if he would only go to sleep so Cary and I could watch a movie.
In Noah news, his favorite word recently seems to be "truly." As in "I'm truly sorry," or "I truly didn't mean to." On Thanksgiving at my Aunt Norma's house, he saw the turkey carcass and said, "I feel sad for the turkey. It looks like it hurt him." Friday when my Aunt asked him in a deadpan voice if he wanted a turkey sandwich, he just giggled and looked at her like she was crazy. It cracked her up. He may not stay a vegetarian forever, but it seems like a pretty significant part of his chosen identity at this point in time.
Every day is filled with sweet moments and tear-your-hair out moments, but one of the most touching recently was when we were reading Ramona the Brave together one night. That Beverly Cleary, she's a master. We've read the first three books in the series together. I have choked up more than once as I read and understand Ramona through the new eyes of a parent. She reminds me of Noah in so many ways. Anyhow, we were reading this scene where Ramona has a meltdown and gets so mad and hurt that she throws her self onto the couch screaming and kicking until her mom comes over and remarks gently, "what are we going to do with you Ramona?" To which Ramona replies, "Love me." I had a lump in my throat and then I looked over to see Noah crying. It was the first time he had cried over a book. We talked about it for a moment, but then I tried to push the conversation too far apparently, and he said, "just keep reading, Mama." But it was a sweet moment to share with him and one I think I'll always remember.
