Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Out of the Mouths Of

I didn't realize how casually I dress Bjorn on a day-to-day basis until I tried to put him in a collared polo shirt recently. Tugging on his collar, he turned his big brown eyes up to me. "Mommy, are we going to see Jesus today? This is my Jesus shirt!"
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When we are not paying enough attention to Bjorn, he has a special way of reminding us he is there. "Mommy! Mommy! Daddy! I have just GOT to show you something! You just HAVE to see this!" he exclaims, dragging us over to his latest car race/drawing/tower stack. And, of course, we do have to see it.
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A big part of Bjorn's life lately is potty-training. From peeing to poop, from trying to almost getting there but not quite, his life pretty much revolves around the toilet. So it shouldn't surprise me when we go to dinner, he immediately walks up to the hostess and asks, "Do you have a potty in here?" And when the hostess (usually) replies yes, he asks,"Is it a Bjorn-size potty or a Daddy size potty?"
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We really must be doing something right when Peanut starts crying and before The Hubs and I get to her, Bjorn is at her side, patting her shoulder and kneeling down to her eye level. "It okay, Peanut. Wow. That's a big cry. Do you need a hug? I'll give you a hug. I'm here now. So you are going to be ok. I'm here." Every time, she is okay. She really does just need him.
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The Hubs cleaned out the fish tank, the only two (out of five) fish left swimming crazily around as water gushed and sloshed. Bjorn watched, and after the tank was full again, fed the fish and watched their frantic swim around the tank. "Hey, guys. No fighting! You understand me? You two don't fight!"
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At the post office, we ran into a uniformed air force airman walking in as we were leaving. (We live very close to base, so we see a lot of them.) Bjorn walked right up to him. "Excuse me, sir. Are you going hunting?"  "No. I'm working." the airman replied. "Are you working at a camper?"