Boy is getting bigger

My son is getting a lot older and more sophisticated. I don't think that we would have the convos that we do, should this be untrue. He told me when he was drawing yesterday that blood was "beautiful," and "cool." I think those assertions made me realize more than anything that he is a boy. A big and wonderful boy complete with very male personality characteristics.

When you're four, you can also eat a lot, which is sometimes frightening. We went out for supper last night, as I had an appointment after work, and he ate an entire large cheeseburger, a glass of chocolate milk, and a watermelon wedge. In addition to some fries, which he NEVER eats. Charming the socks of the waitress, she comped the seasoning salt, so that we can make these types of seasoned fries at home.

He got up a bit ago, and is already talking my ear off. I love his warmth when he cuddles in my arms in the morning. For a variety of reasons, I am already in trouble!

Tenderness

Anselan was a nightmare for his father all weekend, which was supported by the screaming that I heard perpetually when I called to check in several times on Saturday and Sunday. When I picked him up today, he jumped into my arms and kissed my lips very tenderly (Recently, he has abandoned his penchant for licking mine--for which I am grateful. He used to say, "That's how I do it," rather indignantly if I asked him to cease.) We had incredible convo too. We talked about plans for the week and about what he learned today. He told me about wanting to get to the park quickly with his new wooden dump truck, cement mixer, and crane. It is a rather beautiful set.

Counting myself lucky for a GREAT afternoon and evening with him, I wanted to abandon any need that I had and just attend to him and his. I can't remember a day like this in a long time, actually. He is also VERY excited to have a day at the firehouse, which is coming in June. He asked me, "What are the other firefighters' names?" I told him that I honestly did not know. Convinced that the fire chief is Charlie, and that two other rather important ones are named Arnie, and Joe, I asked him were there any female firefighters, and he said, "No." I always have secretly wondered if I could pass the strength tests. Probably not now with being close to 35, but when I was younger, I'll bet I could have.

I wrote this entry because today was such a rewarding one with him: in the car, at the park, at sushi, and then at the playground by our house. There was an absolutely beautiful 27-month-old middle eastern child at our last venture whose father asked me if I spoke Arabic. Having rather malleable and difficult to determine features, has made me often the topic of much speculation in terms of my ethnicity. I was so encouraged by Anselan talking to her and giving her both the cement mixer and crane to play with--not just because they were new to our country (He told me that he and his family were here just 5-months.), but also because he shared his favorites with a stranger. My friendly little man! I'm so proud.

When the truck just went by moments ago filling the air with the "whoo-whee" and seeing the lights reflect into my house, I was reminded of my son as a 7-month-old. His eyes would always widen when this incident occurred and he would then look at me. Extending his left index finger into the air and waving his arm in little circles he would smile and indicate that he heard the whistling and was excited for the firetruck. I am proud of his exuberance, and who he seems to be becoming. More tears abound...

I guess that I'll just laugh

Anselan broke a mug this morning and threw his Gator (some John Deere replica) onto my toe. Did I mention that he also got up at 5:45 and it's Saturday?!?  Please tell me that you're kidding me...  No, indeed I am not.  So, when I was finally in the shower and enjoying hot water on the back that I screwed up when I twisted it walking too fast in heels on black ice outside of Sushi Den, I truly thought, "Ah, this moment is one of true bliss, peace, and quiet."  The moment was violently interrupted.  He found the broken mug and was throwing pieces of it against the shower door.  Nice.

Those were the actions that typified the morning.  He woke up too early and was generally in a pissy mood, and since I'm a grouch anyway, I got pissed too.  Getting dressed so that we could go to the library to hear some stories and walk about various rescue vehicles, Anselan was playing in my room.  I have to step over him, toys, and talk about various things while putting on clothes.  Anyway, he threw a vehicle at me when he didn't like my answer in terms of wearing a jacket to the Rescue Vehicle Symposium, so I shut my bathroom door so I could brush my teeth peacefully, and then as the playlist that I made last night was still playing I heard just barely audible, "I could go crazy on a night like tonight, the summer is beginning to give up her fight, and every thought's a possibility."  So, I opened the door and saw those almond-shaped blue eyes and he said, "Mommy, it's Mystery."  Crying is far superior to yelling...