Monday, December 28, 2009

Like the Longest Game of Marco Polo* Ever

Buster likes to know where I am at all times. He calls out, “Mommy!” and I answer, “Baby!” and this continues pretty much all day, even occasionally when I am seated directly facing him, and it’s pretty obvious where I am.

And so forth.

The thing is, he’s really not a baby anymore and hasn’t been for a while. He clambers onto the sofa and pats the cushion next to him invitingly. “Sit. Down.”

After his big brother yells, “1, 2, 3, go!” and whooshes down the slide, he wants in on the game too. He reaches the top of the ladder and chirps some numbers before he slides, “3, 7, 8, 10!”

He can retrieve his coat from the closet and remember to close the door afterwards. He can say, “Sank yoo, mommy” with a little prompting. He’s started to spell out words on cereal boxes. K-I-X!

But you know what, I think I’m going to keep calling him Baby for just a little longer.

Here he is, with his new travel pillow that he calls Kitty. It’s pleasingly “fuh-zee” and is conveniently shaped for carrying around when you want your hands free.

*Marco Polo game


appleseed said...

If they still have dimples in their fingers at the knuckles, they're still babies. Thanks my rule and I'm sticking to it...yeah...
Cute though. amazing how big he looks!

Mayberry said...

love love love when "babies" start to talk. It is so much fun.

Anonymous said...

I still call my 5-year-old Baby, so I say you get a pass with Buster. :)

Bob said...

Cute pillow, love it.