and a brown bird sang in an apple tree

 My boy loves numbers.  On the phone, beep, beep, beep.  On my watch, which he calls his own.  Actually any clock unless he missed the cherished time (ie. when he looks at his watch and it’s 4:46, he wants it to go back so he can see 4:44).  He loves numbers so much that both his Papa bear and I will point out special times like 12:34 and 56 seconds, 11:11 and 11 seconds, even 6:33 because 3+3 is 6).  We happily stopped the car once to bring him into the front seat to see some cool number on the odometer.  Aurora came too of course.

For once I became the queen of play dough because I thought to make numbers with it (usually Papa bear is the king with his nest, eggs and bird ensembles).  Liam thought to do play dough numbers to show the time.  Luckily we had a whole minute to transform the 7 into an 8!  Rory wanted numbers too, of course.

Isn’t he soooo cute!

Husband guy has been facilitating a Neufeld course on thursday nights. Despite feeling overwhelmed at the thought of being on my own all day and for bedtime as well, I realized that I really love and adore it. Usually Papa bear helps Liam fall asleep and I help Rory seperately. This worked well because they don’t seem to wind down in sync so one inevitably disrupts the other. And after Rory was born, I always had her to nurse. So I’ve missed out on a lot of bedtimes with Liam. Except when Tim is away. So his course ended last week and I just couldn’t give up my bedtime with Liam so I suggested he pretend to go off to work after dinner, in hopes that he could have some time to himself. Although I suspect he’s preparing for Easter next week.

So I got to see Liam get all snuggly with his dog stuffies and prepare his little nest in the blankets. I brought him his frog quilt (the one we made him before he was born), I changed him into his jammies and I read him Whispering, twice. I hugged him and thanked him for our day together. (As an aside, I’d really like some help with vocabulary and blessings for that sweet dozy time to tell him how I love him. I love you just doesn’t cut it with this little enigma).

He’s growing up too fast (and not fast enough some times, ha ha). My watch on his wrist makes him look ten, not almost 5. Slow down little boy, you’re still my baby. I promise for your sake and mine that we’ll have some special times together, just you and me.

And not just 4:44 and 44 seconds!