today marks one of the most important days in my life—the day that thing 1 came to grace it. with howling lungs and a hefty weight, it seemed like magic—the kid actually resembled the gerber baby at first.
known for his ‘anger management issues’, its been quite a ride so far with him. through multiple episodes of mommy boot camp, numerous broken bones and mishaps. yet, through it all, he keeps his silly lopsided grin that melts my heart every time. he’s the kid that doesn’t ‘charge me’ for hugs or affection- though i know those days will be disappearing with every step he takes toward teenageboyhood.
he’s my snappy comebacker- the one with the quips and quotes that drive me insane. a fair and random sampling of his language skills and super sharp mind–
At 1 ½ he said: ‘i don’t wanna eat meat- it takes too long to chew’
At 2 this happened: he scales the shelves in the pantry to come up with a cereal bar while I’m out of the room. i patiently ask:
Mom: cole, who said you could have that? Its almost dinnertime.
Cole: well, you see, I didn’t see any grown-ups around so I asked myself and I said it was ok.
Thoughts on communion:
cole: “hey mom, i’ve been thinking. why don’t you come and get me for the juice and crackers part?”
cole: i’m ready for a SNACK!
me: (whisper)- no son, its not a snack. its communion. you’re going to watch tonight.
cole: why? i’m ready for dessert.
me: (whisper) no, son- this is about having jesus in your heart. when you have jesus in your heart then you can take communion too.
cole: WHAT? YOU MEAN I DON’T HAVE JESUS IN MY HEART? I DO SO! I DO! I DO!
Prayer wars:
then cole HAS to go last- because he reckons that God will hear him best because he went last. sometimes its the “God is Great” variety and sometimes he just goes off on the tangent and thanks God for everything. the table, the chair, the bread, the milk, the green beans… we usually have to rein him in. occasionally, he gets the bedtime prayer confused and some variation of that turns up at the dinner table.
Or his panic when I start a fire in the fireplace:
cole: we’re gonna die! the house is on fire! its all smoky in here- smokey, smokey, smokey- SMO-key. smo-KEY. SMOOOOOOOOkey. (repeat) {i do love the fact that he took this time to explore the many different ways to say smokey- being a little linguist}
through injury:
cole: ‘I THINK I BROKE MY FACE’
mom: ‘whathappened, son? stay-back-so-you-don’t-get-popped-by-these-hash-browns.’
cole: ‘i was diving for the balloon and landed on MY FACE.’
mom: ‘well, maybe you shouldn’t do that anymore.’
Cole’s Lexicon:
put-on: this is what cole called my bra and still does. because mommies put it on. i guess its better than “take off”, which no doubt will be his college years word for it.
fridgelator: that’s right, the refrigerator. i’m still guilty of saying this without thinking.
smell-good: lotion or perfume.
On the Spiderman Ultimate Webblaster of Christmas Past:
me: ‘isn’t that what you wanted?’
cole: ‘yea’.
me: ‘what’s wrong then?’
cole: ‘i didn’t think i had really been good enough to get one’
words without rational thought behind them:
me: “hey, did you get your room straightened up?”
cole: “no, you have legs dontcha?”
me: “did you mean for that to come outta your mouth?”
cole: “nope, sure didn’t. i don’t know what happened.”
Duh:
Me: What else do you like to read besides books?
Cole: street signs
First days of school when I was so excited about it being his first day of school last year:
Cole: well, mom, today is not REALLY my first day of school. its my FIRST day of FIRST GRADE. i mean, i am SIX mom. i’ve had lots of first days of school- don’t you remember? you can make me whatever you want for breakfast. i’ll be in the kitchen in a minute.
And last but not least:
I love you colebaby, thing 1, my boo- you are my first born, a light, a dead-on reflection of me. And watching you grow into a more confident boy is grace-filled and awe-inspiring every single day.
(oh yeah, he’s way too smart for his own good and way to smart for mine.)
Filed under: cole, motherhood | Tagged: 8 yr old boys, growing up, happy birthday cole
happy birthday cole!
yes – happy birthday! I just went back and read the hot springs talk and laughed out loud in my house by myself. still one of my all time faves!
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