Winter has sent its messenger to let us know it will be along shortly. My morning routine has become slightly more taxing. When I returned to work in January, Deaglan was still more baby than toddler and quite cooperative. Getting his footgear, coat and accessories on weren’t challenging. However this has not been the case of late.
These days by the time I’ve finished tackling and pinning him down long enough to get him dressed and out the door, I am out of breath. He’s everywhere.
If he’s not running away from me, he’s running to the TV or stereo to bust out some moves. He can’t stop dancing. The other morning I asked Shaune to check the weather channel for that day’s forecast and walked in on Deaglan cutting a rug to the local forecast guitar solo.
He’s changed so much in the last few months. And like I said to my brother and his wife the other night – I know that it’s probably normal but it’s hard not to think that your child is a genius when he starts doing all of these neat new things. He breaks into songs like Bah, Bah Black Sheep out of the blue and he’s talking all the time in clear and distinct phrases. He is able to tell us when he wants to eat or drink or watch one of his Thomas the train videos.
At night when we have our reading time, he is able to differentiate each book either by reciting a key phrase or telling me its name. His attention span for sitting and listening to me read has increased tenfold. I can read all of Green Eggs and Ham without him losing interest for a second. Last night when I finished reading the longer version of The Tale of Peter Rabbit he took the book from me, opened to the pages where I had earlier asked for his participation (when Mr. MacGregor says kertschoo – I always ask Deaglan to sneeze and when Mr. MacGregor’s hoeing is described, I ask Deaglan to scritch and scratch) and again repeated the actions. Genius I tell you!
What an exciting time in a human’s life and I feel so privileged to witness it. It takes my breath away and reminds me how good, how really really good this parenting gig is.
Deaglan is pictured here with his Papa - my dad.