On this day four years ago I was freaking out big time.I was fourteen days overdue with a baby boy. The Princess was four and a half. And Mr. MG had left to join the crew of a commissioning ship that morning. We didn’t know for sure when he would be back. As it turned out, with the exception of a couple of visits, he wouldn’t be back for 18 months. I am so glad I didn’t know that at the time.
He was my biggest baby, and the longest birth. That was a foretaste of things to come; he still takes his sweet time to do anything. He didn’t care to sit up. (He still will stop what he’s doing throughout the day to lie down on the floor and just rest, as if gravity is getting the best of him.) He was in no hurry to move from my bed to his crib. And let’s not even get started on the potty training thing. This is a boy who likes things to stay how they are.
Even though he is all boy, all the time, he loves to snuggle. To him, there is no wrong time to curl up in my lap, nuzzle his head under my chin, and just relax.
Lately he has discovered the magic of books and has started to decode words. He comes at it from an auditory angle and will play with sounds and hash out how something must be spelled by the sounds it makes. He puts it in reverse, too. (“GAP spelled backwards is PAG, mama! Paaaaaaag!”) When he can read through an entire Bob book, he gets to keep it, and fans them out proudly like playing cards.
He is very set about food. He doesn’t care to eat much breakfast, but will scarf down three gigantic pieces of pizza for supper. Come to think of it, he is always in the mood for pizza. He wants to like avocado, but he is a texture eater and can’t abide the feel of it in his mouth. The same goes for boiled eggs. He loves any kind of cheese from aged, moldy chevre to American processed cheese food. And he will slurp down miso soup until his poor tummy is distended if you let him.
All these little details add up to a big boy in a little body kangaroo-jumping across the living room. The biggest hugs, the widest eyes, and the cheesiest grin.
Happy fourth birthday, my sweet Bear.