I'm pretty sure Nate got cut off while trying to finish that last post, which is too bad, because I would have loved to hear what happened after the train was on the tracks.
So the other day Jonah came across a picture of us on our wedding day. "It's Mommy Daddy!" he exclaimed. "Yes," I explained. "That's the day we got married, and Mommy and Daddy were so happy and had a really big party." Jonah frowned sadly. "But I want Jonah to be in this picture!" he said. Today I showed him a picture of a 2.5 year old Nate sitting next to a teeny newborn baby Jonah in his little infant seat. "Look!" I said. "It's you when you were a tiny baby!" "But--" Jonah protested, "I want to be in a chair in that picture!"
When he's not being bossy and trying to reinvent the past, Jonah has spent a lot of time being awfully sweet lately, especially for such a tough guy. Steve posted about his first "I love you" to a girl the other day--our playdate with Mina, when he held her hand, hugged and kissed, and then confessed his feelings. Before that, at toddler playgroup, he spent a lot of time insisting that Josie play with his favorite toys, the Shabbat set. Unfortunately for the rest of the entire school, who is supposed to use the candles, challah and kiddush cup, Jonah gets a real kick out of playing rabbi during the set-up hour, pretending to slurp wine and manhandling the challah. On Friday, he kept running up to an unsure-of-what-to-make-of-this Josie and happily presenting her with his pieces, along with a hearty, "Here Josie, this for you!" Today he happily bounced around with Evie and Julia while waiting to pick up his brother, with a lot of "Eeeeeeeviieeeeee" and "Juuuullliaaaaaaaas." Although nothing will really top for me the moment I told him that I loved him, and he said, "So big much."
Nate has been spending a lot of time on his usual pursuits lately. He's discovered the joy of writing lists on the computer and then printing them. Recent versions include daily schedules for everyone in our family (it's so gratifying to know that someone has some use for the fact that Mommy wakes up and goes potty at 6:10 every day), a list of Tchaikovsky and Mozart songs, and a list of the rooms in our house. You readers may have realized that he now knows how to post a story, from start to finish, entirely without my help, which means that we are already facing every parent's worst nightmare, the published childhood memoir, fresh from the trenches. He's also figured out how to Google stuff, which is innocent enough in that he just wants to put in lyrics from his favorite Dan Zanes songs and pull up the website, but Gd only knows where he could end up if we're not sitting with him...so basically, we're looking into the parental controls thing. Just like all preschool parents, right?
In other news, Nate has decided that certain things are for babies. He now refuses to wear pajamas, insisting instead on sweatpants or sweat shorts, which makes him look so much like a frat boy that I can barely contain myself. He informed me today that on his first day of kindergarten, I am not to yell, clap, or smile. Presumably I am not allowed to do these things at his preschool graduation either, which is too bad, since I am apparently going to be a puddle, given that I started sobbing today while explaining to him what graduation is (it's possible he got the wrong idea about the solemnity of the occasion).
He's also continuing to enjoy playing Find That Country.
Plus you know what's really funny? Greenland.
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