I keep thinking of funny/cute/weird things Andrew does…
Besides the “W” obsession, he loves his elbow. He puts his elbow out and pats it and says “elbow, elbow, elbow”. He hugs Jim and my elbow saying “I love my mommy’s elbow.” “I love my daddy’s elbow”. He grabs our elbows and bangs his head on them…”elbow, elbow, elbow”. I hope this is an indication that he will be an orthopedic surgeon and not some perv in the movie theater hoping someone puts their elbow on his arm rest.
He also likes to do what we call “the happy dance”. He sets up a block formation and then does this weird hop, step, jig dance around it. He gets a favorite toy and does the same thing. At Mommy and Me, he finally gets the “item” he wants – puts it down and dances – some other toddler grabs it – he then does his “angry, I’m going to bite your head off” dance.
He does dance as if no one is watching. He is so far more advanced than me. It takes me a half a bottle of mudslide and a blunt object to my head before I could dance as if no one is watching.
I bought a decorative tile at Hallmark yesterday. It reads:
The “Real” to do List:
Smile at strangers.
Eat ice cream.
Count your blessings.
Love some more.
I bought it because I do need to be reminded to live. We all rush through every day. We don’t take time to just sit and really play. I am guilty of playing cars with Andrew and while I’m smiling and acting happy I’m stressing over what I should be doing. One day he won’t want to play cars. One day he won’t want to hug and love mommy’s elbow (dear God, I hope). I need to be reminded to count my blessings and dance as if no one is watching.