My Boy

My sweet little David has the most inquisitive mind. From the time he could barely walk, he would open the drawers in the kitchen and bend down to look under neath them then open and close them again and again to see how they worked. His desire to figure out how everything works is constant. Something else that fascinates me about his mind (and also makes me smile) is how he just determines what something should be and that is the end of it. Lucy is constantly asking me what and why about things in her environment, but not David. David just figures it out on his own and that is good enough for him. For example, we were at a school and they had pilgrims made out of white paper plates with black hats on them. David, not having a clue what a pilgrim was, activated his background schema and pointed to the pilgrim plates and said, "Snowman!" It made perfect sense to me. And what I love about his observations, is that they always do make so much sense to me when I think about it. Other observations he has made include: his leap frog writing tablet is his, "other ipad", a picture of Peter & Andrew was, "Jesus", I drew a diamond once and he turned his head a little and said, "a square", there was a picture of a bee in a book we were reading and I asked him, "What does a bee say?" to which he responded, "Buh" (for the letter). 

He is such a sweetheart too and he loves his sisters. The other day when Lucy had to go to dance class, he just stood in the doorway crying and saying, "My Wucy! My Wucy!" over and over again. Once when I put him down for his nap while Lucy was still finishing her lunch, he was asking me for things; "My blankie", so I tucked his blankie all around him. Then it was, "My Buzz", so I gave him his Buzz doll. Then he looked around and in a sweet voice said, "My Wucy?" 

When Vivian is crying he'll come find me and say, "Oh no, Vivi!" Then he'll toss some toy her way and say, "Vivi, wook." He sure tries. Vivian loves to watch him, especially when he is in movement-she just giggles when she sees him. 

I love when he is tucked in for bed at night and I snuggle up to give him a hug and a kiss. Then I sing, "Mr. Sun" (to MY Mr. Son-it has always been my song for him) and he just giggles and smiles while I sing. Then he often asks for me to sing it again-and I do. I love him. I love having a son. I love the challenges that make the sweetness all the more enjoyable. He is our boy and I am so thankful to be his Momma.