|Yes Daddy O, it is 5 am.|
Baby O is pretty shy now around other people and much prefers the company of Mommy, Daddy, and his beloved brother, Boy O (or 'Bubba' as he now calls him). No worries about whether he knows who we are-he now calls us Ma Ma and Da Da.
Boy O loved the book Green Eggs and Ham so much that I made him some one morning. Regular colored eggs are a rare beast in this house nowadays-we have tried red, blue, yellow, orange and purple. Somehow eggs just taste better when they are a different color. Purple is my favorite.
Boy O is enamored with all things spiderman. New questions emerge everyday about Peter Parker-here are a few that give me the giggles: Is spiderman 8 years old?...Why doesn't he fly?...Does he eat carrots?...Does he like ice cream?...Does he have a motorcycle?...A car?...Does he live in a tree?...Is he friends with Santa Claus?
Baby O wants to do everything his big brother does, eat what he eats and go everywhere he goes. He even asks for his 'Bubba' when he gets up in the morning.
Before Daddy O goes to work every morning he takes Boy O around the block in the front seat of the car. Sometimes he gets so excited that he has his shoes and jacket on before we are out of bed.
How does a four year old go through 4 pairs of shoes in three months? He really does wear the soles down. I'm training for a marathon and my shoes don't wear that fast. We've tried the cheap and expensive and have discovered there really isn't a difference.
A few phrases I never thought would come out of my mouth: Don't lick the table....How many times did he poop today?....where did you get that gum?....why is the door knob sticky?....Aim for the toilet next time, please....your spiderman underwear is in the wash, Buzz Lightyear will just have to do. And yes, I can hardly believe it myself, but I have actually uttered "Because I said so" one time too many.
I can hardly believe that Boy O ever had training wheels. For lack of a better term (do they still call it this?), he's popping wheelies, jumping off curbs among other things and his bicycle looks like he's had it for at least 20 years. He loves to ride that bike. He also loves to adorn it with various feathers and sticks we find on our runs-boy glitter, I guess!
Three months really has gone by in a flash and it won't be long before I am writing about six months home. I am amazed that the boys have transitioned so smoothly in such a short period and the kinks I stressed so much about early on are working themselves out. I'm sure that speed bumps and road blocks will pop up every once in awhile, but I'm just not as worried about them anymore.