Not that I need to justify why I adore my little munchkin, but here are some reasons anyway!
The week before last, when we had beautiful Indian Summer weather, I was wearing a dress when I went to pick Jake up from his Dad's. The first thing Jake said when he saw me?
"Oh! I like your dress Mummy! It's nice! Is it new? Where did you get it? A shop?"
Three years old and ALREADY he knows how to talk to women?!
The other day, I was feeling particularly stressed. I've been ill with a cold, tired, not sleeping that great and I'm going through the process of choosing a school for him. (Yes, SCHOOL! When did he get so old???) Anyway, I was trying to get dressed and got my arm caught at a funny angle in one of my sleeves. Struggles and perhaps some cursing ensued which ended with me hurling the top onto the floor.
Jake got up from what he was doing, walked over to me and hugged my legs. Then he gently and tactfully pulled up the waistband of my leggings which had slipped down a bit and which might have been revealing some butt crack, and said, "There you go Mummy, I just pull up your trousers for you."
On Friday, I decided to make lentil soup. Amazingly enough, Jake not only let me make it without any fuss, but he also wandered in and casually asked me what I was making.
"I'm making soup!" I said.
"Soup? Oh, can I have some?"
Naturally I hid my surprise and answered non-chalantly, "Sure," thinking - he's done this before. Said he's interested in trying something then acts like I'm speaking Martian when I offer him some.
But this time, he actually tried some. And he liked it. And he said he liked it. Several times!! And he ATE HALF A BOWL! Of LENTIL SOUP!!!
This might not be a big deal to many parents, especially baby-led weaned ones. But Jake has been refusing vegetables and food with "bits in it" for at least a year now. His diet has mainly consisted of rice, various forms of potato, bread and noodles/pasta. He does not like meat (apart from fish fingers). He does not like cheese (apat from Philadelphia). He does not like pizza or burgers - veggie or otherwise. Occasionally I can get away with putting frozen chopped spinach in his noodles or pasta sauce. My sanity has been kept largely in tact because he does like my omelettes and he will eat fruit. But he rarely tries anything new and when he does, he usually spits it out. Hence the soup shocker.
Later, he ate more soup at dinner and ASKED to have some more for lunch the next day!!!!
(I know I'm probably breaking some Uber-Unconditional-Parenting rule by expressing an extra sense of love for my child for eating good nutritious food cooked by my own hands, but I can't help it, I do. However, in my defense, I just want to say that I didn't make a big deal of it to him. I just acted like it was normal.)
Yesterday morning, Jake and I had a wonderful morning of pottering and playing together. It was one of those mornings where we were both happy and relaxed and really in tune with each other and everything flowed easily with spontaneity and unmatchable child-like joy. Much of it was spent cutting up playdough and "cooking" it and having a picnic with it.
After some time spent cutting and cooking, Jake said, "Wow, that was hard work Mummy. Shall we have a cuppa tea?"
We also used the playdough to make a robot. Jake was sticking some playdough circles to a box and telling me what he was doing. "These are the robot's eyes and these are the cheeks. Robots do have cheeks you know."
I don't think I could love him more. But I probably will.
Totally off-topic, I've been having trouble commenting on some people's blogs on blogger. I write my comment and no matter how I log in to post the comment, as soon as I press "Post Comment" the whole comment just disappears and nothing happens. I don't know if you've experienced any problems trying to comment here, but if you did, I guess I wouldn't know! And if you are one of the bloggers I usually read and comment on and you haven't heard from me in a while, you know why! Just thought I'd mentioned it.