Inch by inch

We ate lunch with my sister, Jack’s AunT, today and she commented on how much he’s changed lately. His sentences are longer and more complex… For instance, he excitedly told her, “I bounce on the trampoline today!” A week ago that same thought would have more likely come out as “I go bounce today!”

He’s taller, too. Sometime in those cold weeks of January he sprouted up so that his legs are longer, his face a little thinner, his body a little bit more coordinated. On the trampoline at gymnastics today he was able to do his “Out! In! Out!”s with some degree of success. You try doing jumping jacks with your bottom half on a tramp… it’s not so easy.

He sits at the table like we do now– albeit a lot shorter– but without the safety net of a booster seat or high chair. He doesn’t like a sippy cup at the table– he’d prefer a small glass. He’ll wipe his hands and face with his napkin if reminded. And last night we three played a game of Lucky Ducks (highly reccommend it by the way) that proved he can take turns and “get” the concept of each of us having a different color to play for.

His newest little joke to play on us is to hide. His understanding of hiding is a bit off– he’ll yell, “I’m hiding!” so that we know he is… and really, his great joy is in knowing we are looking for him. He “hides” out in the open, by the way.

He’s not quite ready for a suit and tie– he’s still a baby in many ways even beyond his refusal to use the potty. He’s perfectly three. This morning he and I snuggled up in “Mommy’s bed” (I’m not exactly sure where he thinks Robby sleeps…) and I noticed that he fits differently against my body than he used to. What takes the sting out of his babyhood evaporating is the earnest little way in which he’ll say, “Oh! I luf you Mommy!” and that I like the little boy he’s becoming.