11.12.2009

Noted.

I've been recording Mog's silly sayings in a little notebook, and lately it seems that I write in it at least once a day.

This morning, he was lying in bed with me and Eli, dozing off and on, and he rolled over, sighed, and looked at me face to face. He put his finger gently on my nose and said, "I like your big nose. Now let's go play cars!"

I laughed and laughed. It was like he was trying to butter me up with a compliment so that I'd be sure to jump out of bed and play with him. Silly boy.

Yesterday evening: "Hey Mom--I know a game called hopping!" And he takes off down the hallway to demonstrate.

Yesterday morning, climbing into his carseat: "This is a mess, Momma. You need a carwash."

It's such a daily pleasure to be around him at this age. I don't know where the phrase "terrible two's" comes from, because Mog cracks me up on such a regular basis that I can't possibly get too frustrated with him over breaking things, or spilling juice, or refusing to sit on the potty.

Yes, he is headstrong, and willful at times. But he's so incredible.

I'm enjoying this phase of his life SO much more than I did the infant stage. Sure, there were those tender moments when I would hold him in the wee hours of the morning and just inhale the scent of the top of his head. But that doesn't hold a candle to the conversations we've been having lately. He's been noticing the bareness of the trees, and he asks where all the leaves have gone. I explain about seasons, about cold and warmth, death and rebirth. He nods his head like a little sage as he takes it all in. He tells me to open the windows so that he can see the trees.

As we ride along in my car with the windows rolled down, slowly crunching through the gravel down our long lane towards the highway, the cool autumn air flows into the car, ruffling our hair. I look back at him and see him squint and smile as the morning sunlight shines upon his face.

I want to write this moment. Photograph it. Scrapbook it. Bottle and save it. Curl up inside it and stay for eternity.

Too soon we're turning onto the highway. I close the windows; we pick up speed. And away we go.

12 comments:

scrappyjacky said...

I love this post and the way you write about your son.....and I know just what you mean about 'bottling it'.

Fun Mama - Deanna said...

I know just what you mean. I can't seem to write down enough of these two year old comments. I'm a classmate from blogging for Scrapbookers.

Cheri said...

Beautiful journaling. And enjoy every moment with your son - it all goes by way too quickly.

evalyn said...

I really enjoy your writing and the look of your blog. I wanted to say thank you for the kind comments you left on my blog.

Maria Ontiveros said...

Lovely writing! Thanks for posting,
Rinda

chksngr said...

This is fabulous!!! I have a 3 yr old...and I can't figure out how parents ever stop laughing...they come up with something entertaining almost by the minute!!! Enjoy savoring every second...its so worth the time to write as much of it down as possible!

Vikki said...

Much of my scrapbook journalling these days is focused on the hilarious things my daughter says. I love this age, it's so much fun! I can really identify with your post and it's beautifully written too. Thanks for sharing this.

Amy said...

Oh Rachel, toddlerhood is indeed a constant source of humour, gratitude and humility. I love your writing .... thanks for dropping by my blog - and for letting me know about the comment verification word .. what a hoot!

sm3wkl said...

The days can go by slow, but the years go by so fast. It's great that you are taking the time to embrace the moments of your sons live.

{melissa} said...

those quotes would make a great min-album! How great will it be to look back on at a later date!

Nellie Mae said...

This a great post!! Very beautiful journaling!

sharyncarlson said...

I love your journaling. This would make such a great keepsake in your scrapbook.