Little Man

My kid.  I have no idea where he comes up with some of the things he says, but I’m finding it hard to stay one step ahead of him. He’s 3.  THREE! What’s going to happen when he’s 12?! 15?! 20?!

Mercy. 

My LEO and I decided a while back that one was good enough to complete our family. We’re often asked about the timing for #2, and I don’t get annoyed by it.  I am, however, always a little taken aback by their shock.  

“You mean you only want one nowright?”
“No…I mean ever.”

::Cue look from other person that always makes me wonder if I’ve grown antlers::

My one and only little boy.  I’m perfectly ok with just him. He’s enough to keep us busy.  

The things he’s saying now, however, just make me wonder if he has some kind of little internal radio linked to a man much older and wiser.  Sometimes he spits out things that are accidentally insightful (“Ducks don’t talk, mama.  They laugh.”)  Usually, though, they’re just funny.

Yesterday, he and the LEO (off duty) dropped by the police station for a bit.

“Dad, are there officers here?”
“Yes.”
“I’m…I’m scared of officers.”
“What?! Since when are you scared of officers? I AM one!”
“Oh yeah?! Where’s your OFFICER clothes, then?!”  

He never forgets anything, and is always talking about things we did more than  year ago.  Namely, a trip to the zoo in St. Louis. He wears me out, he keeps me laughing and he’s truly unique.  This morning. I laid next to him and just admired what God had done.  This was in the early hours, as he had woke me up singing his ABCs in his sleep.  Totally fine.  He’s such a marvel.

Yesterday I learned so many things about him from turning off the radio, asking random questions and just listening to what he had to say.  

Favorite color? Red

Favorite fruit? Apples

Favorite show? Duh. Spongebob.

Favorite thing for dinner? Dinosaur bones (mac and cheese)

Best friend? Daddy.

Are you sure? Yes.

 

We’ve been trying to get him into pre-school but, due to our making above the poverty line and Little Man having no disabilities, it’s proven impossible. We are paying more for our daycare than we do for our house, and we are ready for a change.  So, now we’re shopping private pre-schools.  I laughed when someone suggested home schooling.  Just because we make above $19,000/yr does NOT mean we can afford for either of us to stay home (and I’m trying to pursue my own law enforcement career).  It’s also not what I feel is best for my child.  I know that whatever doors are opened will be what God has provided for us.  

In the mean time, I’ll continue to be amazed by the work of wonder he is.  The fearfully, wonderfully made art with which we have been so very blessed.

Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him.  Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth.  Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate. Psalm 127:3-5

 

Love,

Brandi

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