It’s intensely interesting to watch him go through his stages of intellectual development. His current stage is putting his day’s events into a reliable, regular routine. He is interested in listing the events of each person’s morning and evening routines.
He has also resumed carrying his Justice League around with him – the action figures of Batman, Robin, Superman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Flash, Aquaman, and Plastic Man. He talks to them, and he makes them talk back to him. They sleep on the shelf right about the head of his bed, and they come with him when he visits us in the middle of the night. If you’ve never woken up with Aquaman underneath the small of your back, it’s an uncomfortable feeling.
Yesterday afternoon, I stopped home for dinner in between work and chorus rehearsal. Everyone was napping, which let me catch a quick 40 winks. Once all of us were awake, we played downstairs. The afternoon culminated in The Boy “playing” a set of cups as a drum beat, The Wife playing a harmonica, and Little Bear and I dancing together to the music. There’s something that is so joyful and fun about watching a 2-year old enjoy his music; his entire body dances excitedly, bouncing up and down and waving his hands and nodding his head and shouting and singing. It’s infectious.
The Baby watched quite intensely, trying to figure out exactly what we were doing. I’m fairly sure he didn’t get it, but he liked doing a little bit of gentle bouncing with me while I danced with Little Bear.
One of my biggest ambitions as a parent is to always take advantage of every opportunity to dance with my children. I also want to play superheroes as often as possible, even if it means that I’m “Joker-Daddy” and the bad guy who tries to tickle the superheroes into submission. I’d also like to be intelligent enough to shut up and listen when my children want to speak with me. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes, it doesn’t.
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