Birthday Best
At the end of the evening, walking hand in hand to get Azul’s pajamas on, he turned to me and said, “I had a good birthday. You’re the best Mommy I ever had!” I hugged him and said, “You’re the best Azul I ever had.” That was the best present I could have received, other than the one five years ago.
Small Packages
Last night there was a ring at the door, which usually means we have a delivery. Azul loves when we get deliveries, especially so close to his birthday, and he ran to the door. Sure enough, a package, addressed to me sat at our doorstep. I knew what it was and Azul ran to get the scissors. “What did you get me?” he enthusiastically asked. I replied, “It’s for me.” He saw right through me and asked the question again. I think this is when he sensed a sign of weakness in me. I came clean, “Okay it’s for your birthday, but you can’t open it until it’s your birthday.” He then moved on to the interrogation: “Is it a toy? Is it a game? Is it Legos? Is it Star Wars Legos?” My answer remained the same, “No.” With his hands on his hips he sternly said, “Prove it to me!” There was a pause and then we both started laughing and I said, “Good call, if I proved it to you then I would have to show you.” A quick “Yup!” and the questioning continued as he went through the toy catalog on the kitchen counter. I held strong and didn’t give up the contents of the package, but he almost had me there.
Sweet Talk
While peering out the back window from his car seat, Azul, out of the blue said, “Jelly Beans are perfect!” I said, “Yeah, perfect?” In amazement he turned to me and responded, “Haven’t you had them? The blue and green ones are so sweet and perfect.” I replied in agreement, “They are delicious.” He then continued, “I like some red ones, not all red ones, not cinnamon, but yes to the cherry.” It continued like that and we had a perfectly valid conversation about the perfection of Jelly Beans.
Carmelina Hart 