this boy

My, my, my. Golly. Whoo. Sheesh.

But – oh, how we love him, anyway.

I don’t even know where to begin. Unless you live a day in my shoes, or inBrian’s – you cannot even start to fathom this child. This boy.

I am not speaking as a ‘proud parent’ or a ‘doting mother’. I am speaking as a bystander. As someone simply observing the everyday. I so wish that others could see Ammon’s true personality. The one he exhibits when he is in his own territory. Because he truly is a different child there. Of course, no one else believes us when we say this. No one else believes us when try to describe some of his usual antics. Maybe if others could see his true self, I would not get so many what-is-his-deal-? comments. Maybe – whenever I run like the wind to ‘help’ him go down a slide, and someone tells me that I am too ‘overprotective’ – they will understand that I do that because I am used to him attempting to run down the slide, instead. But – we are just grateful that we get to see this side of him.

He is at such a fun age right now. Such a fun stage. And quite the character. He has personality oozing out from his toenails.

Some very random things that he is up to right now:

Practicing his letters. He goes around the house pointing out letters galore. Vowels are still his fav. However, lately our days are brought to us by the letters B, C, F, G, H, J, K, M, P, Q, and T.

Drawing. And drawing. And drawing some more. Preferably with a monochromatic color scheme (i.e.: blue, light blue, gray, white and black crayons only on mid-range blue paper). Ammon has an artistic streak I’m beginning to notice. He makes very deliberate motions with his crayons, for instance. Interesting to see where this takes him.

Head attire. I have never known a child to like things on their head like Ammon does. He has a foam crown that he will wear all day. He’ll wrap his head up in his blanket and wear it like a turban. The potty-hat incedent. Need I say more? In the photo above, Ammon is wearing a hat that belonged to my grandfather. I didn’t realize until today that the photo was taken on what would have been my Grandpa’s 81st birthday. As a matter of fact, in the photo above he is sitting on that dang little frog potty. In the kitchen. Fully clothed. Scooting around ...

Music. This boy l.o.v.e.s music. It is a rare thing for Ammon to hear music that he does not like. As a matter of fact, in his whole life I can think of only two times. Astounding, considering he has heard the entire spectrum. I love his love for music. I love that his head bobs to any beat. That his toes tap to every tune. In addition to art – I know that he has a large musical vein in him. He has already shown interest in piano and guitar. Again, making deliberate motions and strokes – not the usual banging of a 2-year old. And then – of course – there’s all the air-drumming and air-guitar playing to Metallica that he’s been doing lately…

Dancing. Oh, heavens, the dancing. I have no idea where he gets his moves. I would love to know where he learned to moonwalk, for instance. But – he dances all day long. He shakes and boogies and bee-bops and even does the salsa. We're going to have to keep our eyes on him, I have a feeling…

Sweet little Ammon. You are small, for sure – but what you lack in size you make up for in personality. A hundred times over. How we love you, little dude.