Long
March 31st, 2007 by amylherzog
Folks, it’s been a long week in a long month in a long year. Both Jon and I came down with the stomach flu this week, one of us more spectacularly than the other. Thankfully, Jacob seemed to dodge that bullet. And that’s all I want to say (or remember) about that.
When Jacob asks for a walk these days, this is what he means:
Of course, there’s a fair amount of running the stroller into the weeds, but he seems to have a great time and it’s unbearably cute, so we humor him.
The only thing that will get him to leave the stroller alone for a few seconds is a truck. (GUCK! GUCK! BUUUUUUE GUCK!)
Now that he can ask for what he wants (and open the door to the garage and climb into his stroller), we’re getting a lot more exercise, which is fun. In fact, it’s a lot of fun to be with Jacob all around these days. He’s reasonably obsessed with colors and letters these days, and knows a handful of each. He’s starting to play pretend games, for example “cooking” with play-doh in the kitchen or crawling around meowing like a cat. He’s even started singing along and making hand-motions for our favorite songs (Little Bunny Foo-Foo and the Itsy-Bitsy Spider rank the top of the list currently).
As badly as I want another baby, and as badly as we generally want more children, sometimes it’s terrifying to think about. What if this disruption takes away the joy and happiness with which he approaches life?
You could say the same thing about most of the changes that life brings, though. What if kindergarden does the same thing? And most kids like having a younger sibling, or at least the idea of one. And Jacob is so amazingly cheerful that I can’t imagine something as fun as a little brother or sister breaking up his attitude. In fact, I think he’d make a spectacular older brother. Man, I’m jealous now of your next kid just thinking about it.
I admit I’d be more likely to fret over whether Jacob’s ongoing joyfulness meant the next baby would be super-cranky. Oh hey, I can fret over that for myself. Excuse me, have some stressing to do.