Friday, August 13, 2010

True Love

Warning: Cheezy Mom Love content featured.

So I'm taking Oliver to school this morning, a beautiful day and had just talked to the contractors who are putting together my kitchen today, so I was feeling very pleased and caffeinated. I look back in my Eddie Bauer see-your-kid clip-on rearview mirror. And distorted as he was, the boy was so cute just eating his raisins and pointing out the Cherry Pickers that seem to live in a school lot we pass every day.

With a deep breath and sigh, I decide to give the boy a sincere: "Oliver, I love you so much."

His response: "Look! A digger truck *on* a flatbed truck!"

Yep. True Love.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Kindness of Toddlers

This morning, Oliver's kindnesses abounded.

First, he was standing on my ankle/shin in tennis shoes:
  • Me: Ouch, that hurts.
  • Oliver: Need a bandaid? (eyebrows raised).
  • Me: Sure.
... and off he trots to retrieve the Curious George bandages, struggles with the wrapper and sticker backing, and promptly applies it to a random spot on the wrong leg.

Then later, as I lay on my made bed tired and unwilling to admit morning is really here:
  • Me: I feel like poo.
  • Oliver: You feel like that? You feel like poo?
  • Me: Yes.
  • Oliver: You need a diaper?
... and Daddy laughs from the nearby vanity, about which:
  • Oliver inquires: Why you laughing, Daddy?
  • Eric: Because you're funny.
  • Oliver: Ohhhhhh (in his new, ohhhhh-i-see-now-what-a-revelation tone he's been using lately).
The kid does make me laugh, that's for sure.