Clearly, I haven’t been blogging much of late. I’ve had my hands full with other ridiculous life challenges and I’ve been taking a break from blogging, correspondence and housekeeping. Judging by the real and metaphorical dust bunnies around me, I’ve got some catching up to do.
But first I thought abeanslife readers might be entertained by some recent observations from the chatterbox. Every day he says something that amuses me, surprises me, or lances me straight through the heart. Enjoy.
Wow, I need to lie down. I’m completely gezhausted.
Quick! Stop them, they’re kescaping!
I have to carpent this wall. (Why isn’t there a verb for “carpentry?”)
I’m putting so many stickers on this… I’m making it completely decoful.
Look out! I’m holding a firematch and I’m going to light it on fire!
(This conversation was had between Bean and Daddy at a local ski hill.)
D: Okay, we just have to go over here to catch the shuttle to the other base.
B: We’re taking a shuttle?
D: Yup, the stop is right here.
Long, thoughtful pause…
B: Does this shuttle go to the moon?
THINGS THAT HURT MY HEART
(Gav and I have been having a lot of conversations about when he was sick and in hospital. He doesn’t remember treatment and he doesn’t know that he had a brain tumour. Still, he is trying to make sense of why he always has to go to the doctor and in for tests.)
B: So why did I have to go for an MRI?
Me: Well, the doctors wanted to take some pictures of your head to make sure that there is nothing wrong.
B: Okay. Yeah, I guess every kid has to go for an MRI sometimes, right?
(We have also been talking a lot about the future and about when he grows up. He always wants to know when he’ll be able to drive a car or have his own house. )
B: When I grow up, I’m going to have my own house and my own kids, right?
(I hope so, my love.)
Me: Yes, of course. If you want to, you can. Are you going to get married, too?
Me: Who is going to be your kids mum?
B: You are!
He and I often have quite amazing conversations in the car while we are driving from point A to point B. He is full of intriguing questions like, Why is bird poo white? and What is a beast? We talk about babies, laws, school, growing up, and animals. On some days he wants to be a doctor, and on others he wants to be a builder. He often tells me extremely long-winded stories with no real point, and I have to laugh hearing my own phrases echoed by his little voice. Yes, unfortunately, the house fell down he tells me, or Apparently, they are working on a new project.
So THREE and so grown-up at the same time.