Saturday, June 16, 2012

Big, Big Friend

The Boy has recently decided that his favorite new game is playing "My Big, Big Friend," so named after a cartoon that he discovered on Netflix. That's relatively extraordinary in his life, mostly because it was a show that he discovered on his own, with no prompting from any of us. He was messing around in the Netflix app on the iPad, found it, and liked it a lot. It's about a group of kids with quasi-imaginary friends. They can see each other's imaginary friends - sometimes the adults can, too, and nobody seems to think it odd. He's Matt, I'm Bongo the big, big kangaroo, Little Bear is Yuri, Mum is Golias the elephant (no jokes here, survival instinct kicking in), and the baby is Tickety-Tock Molly the baby. The Boy then reenacts scenes from the show. This week, it's a soccer game. I'm okay with that - soccer is not my favorite choice to watch, but I played it for years as a kid. The Boy's second favorite game is playing puppy. He crawls around and pants and barks at things. It's very cute. The Baby is just starting to think about letting go of things and standing on his own. It's only a matter of time. This was about when his brothers did that, maybe a touch earlier. Regardless, this is a great time in a baby's life - he's always smiley and happy and giggly. The Wife thinks that his vocalizations are a little higher in pitch than his brothers. Maybe a tenor? Little Bear has been diligently practicing writing his name. Not bad for an almost-3-year old. He also requested that I put him to bed last night, which was remarkable and rare and wonderful. He doesn't so much like me reading books to him, but he does like me telling him stories off the cuff. Some of them are "Little Bear and the Dragon," where he outwits an admittedly dim-witted dragon in funny ways; last night was "Little Red Riding Hood." As far as The Wife and me, we're doing great. Closed on a house on Wednesday, to which I've been having a strong emotional response. Completing a cycle, or a circle, or restoring our life... I've been meaning to explore this, but it's been tricky to write this week. Three days I was in rehearsal until 10, the other two days I was asleep before 9:30.

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