Memories.

september 2003.

This morning Two was pointing things out and naming them for me. He was looking out the window and from his perspective could only see what was in the tree-tops and higher.

"A cwoud."

"A twee."

"Two twee."

"Da 'ky." (The sky)

And then, very seriously, but with a sly grin, to see if I notice:

"A 'nake."

"A snake?", I said, smiling. "Where's the snake?" And he broke up laughing. I love this stage, where they start to make jokes.

Maybe not a funny thing per se, but today my 2 1/2 year old came up to with a very serious expression and said, for the first time:

"I wub oo."

I'm a little teary. He is not a verbal child, and this is among his first sentences. "I love you". >sob<

The thing he says a lot is "of course!".

"Two, come see Mommy a minute."

"Of course!"

This morning I returned home from work just in time to wake the children and send Five off to school. Normally if I work midnights, I wake up my husband as soon as I get home and then I go right to sleep, as I'll have to get back up before he leaves for work.

This morning I wasn't really tired yet so I let my husband sleep in a little and got Five ready for school. Two woke up and came downstairs as well. So I got him a drink and proceeded to change his diaper.

I noticed that he wasn't wearing his pyjama bottoms. Now, he's been taking off his bottoms and his diaper at night, with frequently disastrous, smelly results. All his sleepers were in the wash yesterday, so he had to wear a two-piece pj to bed, and I was afraid that might happen.

Two lied down for his diaper change and gave me a very disgusted look. Pouty-face and all. He was unnaturally quiet and seemed angry or frustrated.

So, in my slightly groggy state, I tried to remove his diaper, but somehow couldn't find the tabs. I looked a bit more closely and found that Two's diaper was secured with a hockey tape "belt". I couldn't just pull the diaper off, as the hockey tape was holding the diaper on quite well. I got the scissors to cut the diaper off.

I looked at Two's little pouty face. He gave me another disgusted look, looked down at the immovable diaper, looked back up at me, and with resentment dripping from his lowered voice, he stated simply:

"Daddy."

I busted a gut for a while.