Overheard under the Big Top:
You know when I was born I was so, so tiny and so, so sick and all alone. The doctors said I needed a family and they asked, “who will be a family for this sick, tiny baby?” and my mom raised up her hand and said, “I will!”.
And then my heart exploded into confetti and glitter and mini hearts when I walked in on that conversation my son was having with one of his sister’s friends.
Daniel is indeed beginning to really consider the fact that he is adopted and has been asking a lot of thoughtful questions about who he is and where did he come from. Sometimes it is hard having those conversations with him…sometimes even harder than talking about sex and personal boy hygiene. Still these are important conversations…conversations that Bill and I both knew we would be having someday answering his questions. And just like the sex talks, we have to just take a deep breath, swallow and just do it because it’s his life, his story…his story to tell.
So far he tells it pretty well.
What are you doing Fallon?
Because stacking your Auntie’s shot glass collection is totally a normal 2 year old thing.
Disney Princesses and Super Heroes together…getting along…having a party together, as Fallon informs me.
Dude! The party don’t start until they walk in. See?! They can all get a long!
Nobody tell Fallon that I took this picture. I mean it.
Look Mom! I’m visiting my childhood!
These would be games that he played a long, long time ago in a land called 2012. His present day dirty fingernails look the same as they did back when he was a child…in 2012! It’s a losing battle. Yes, Daniel is visiting his childhood having rediscovered his Nintendo 3DS and a multitude of old 3DS and DS games which have pretty much been collecting dust sitting neglected on his bookshelf.
Don’t worry, armchair parenting experts, there is much more to his summer vacation activities than this. Still, sometimes, some days it is just fun to pull out old toys and games and just be a kid.
Daniel told me that.
Overheard under The Big Top this morning…hysterical screaming…screaming filled with rage, frustration and bitter disappointment.
Yes, Fallon was here.
Ah! Toddler life!
I can’t drive!
You can’t drive?
No! I want to drive but I can’t drive!
Well, baby girl, you need a driver’s license. Do you have a license?
Yes! But I can’t drive!
Well you need insurance too. Do you have insurance?
Yes! But Abby won’t let me drive!
Mom, there is no way. She wants my keys but there is no way that I’m giving them to her.
I want to drive!
Aw, poor baby! I’m sorry.
Aunties can sometimes be so mean.
Her mommy says that she would totally let her drive. That’s because she was at work at the time and just could not bear the tears in this picture that I sent to her. Truthfully, I could not bear the tears either. But I’m still not going to let her drive my car…not that she asked to drive Mima’s car. No, like our friend, Amber said, I can actually visualize this kid passing me on the freeway, playing something like this as loudly as she can. She would be singing along with all that is in her and likely drumming to the beat on the steering wheel because she is Fallon.
Nope. No way is she going to drive my car.