Wednesday, January 07, 2009

A Good Day

Today rated pretty high on the bliss scale.

I woke up early and made a batch of muffins before Sam woke up. Just as I finished getting him dressed, the oven timer went off, so we had piping hot blueberry muffins without the usual early morning trying-to-get-out-the-door stress. After I dropped Sam off at school, John and I went to the chiropractor's where I immediately felt much better after my adjustment. I toyed with the idea of going to the gym for some Body Flow (a pilates, yoga, tai chi hybrid) but I'm still coughing a ridiculous amount and decided to pass (good thing too, because this afternoon I coughed until I threw up. Damn you, lingering whooping cough souvenir!) Instead, I decided to take John to his first ever Mother Goose on the Loose program.

If you've been reading this blog for awhile, you'll remember my stories about Sam and his drum hatred. How it too him two years to work up the neve to hit the drum--just once--to demonstrate the phonemic awareness of his name. He was also exceedingly clingy during Mother Goose time, never venturing off my lap, never looking particularly pleased to be there. (I do credit his Mother Goose experiences with his quick(er) adjustment to preschool though.) I persisted, because I was going stir crazy and knew he enjoyed the songs and rhymes we learned--at home.

So I went with John having no expectations. I just felt like he needed some one-on-one mommy fun. He likes music and rhymes, and it was free entertainment, so why not?

The first thing he does is insist on sitting--by himself--in front of me. Not on my lap, but unsupported on the floor. He thoroughly enjoyed himself, and was very interested in everything going on around him, and participated as much as a 7 month old could. But then it was drum time. He was the fourth child in line, and I thought to myself, "That's not enough time forhim to figure out what to do. He probabl won't know to hit the drum. I'll have to help him."

But you know what? That little stinker watched children #1, #2, and #3 hit that drum, and when it got to him, would you believe he wound his little left hand back and smacked the drum all by himself?

Proof, as if I needed any, that my two children are entirely different, and that through them I will have a variety of adventures.

3 comments:

  1. Kristine4:47 PM

    Congratulations to you and Sam on a great day!

    Now I'm in the mood for blueberry muffins....yum.

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  2. so much fun!

    i still marvel that these three very different beings all came from me.

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  3. Thanks. We had another great day today. As we were leaving preschool we heard the train in the distance, so he and I ran hand in hand through the parking lot (me pushing the stroller with John in it) and hurridly got everything and everyone in the car and then went and parked where we culd watch the train go by. Sam was so excited. Then we got on the main road and finally passed it. Sam gave me a play by play the whole way home and he was grinning from ear to ear. :-)

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