|Emmett - 2.5 years old|
|Emmett likes nothing better than to 'help' daddy fix bikes|
I don't post or journal nearly enough about my son Emmett. I wish I could write down all the little things he does in the day but I never seem to be able to get there. Sometimes my husband and I will talk about things he used to do like how he used to call yogurt 'gogo' and now he says it perfectly and sometimes in an unnecessarily demanding way like 'I WANT YOOGURRRT!!!' I fear that there are already so many things that he used to do that we've forgotten. My horribly bitchy and consummately mean inner critic reminds me all the time that I should be writing about him. Recording his day to day activities alongside my motherly insights and feelings. The problem is, when I sit down to write it comes out reading something like 'I like Emmett, he's great!' - not exactly insightful is my point.
The truth is, he's just like every other kid except he's my kid and everything he does and says makes me love him even when it's simultaneously scary, funny, strange, endearing and annoying - so annoying. For instance, right now he's a little obsessed with folding his blanket in a perfect (an I do mean PERFECT) little pillow. One of us has to go to his room at least twice a night to 'fix' it and that's just the part of the night when we're still up - don't get me started on the rest of the night.
Anyway, as his life seems to be moving at the speed of light and sometimes trampling us like a herd of something wild that travels in a large herd trampling things - I'm just glad that I can occasionally remember to write, or in this case draw, something that my 2 and half year old Emmett did.