Dear Dax,
I love you. And one day when you are older and looking back at this journal, I want you to know something. You are a motormouth. Do you know what a motormouth is? Let me tell you. A motormouth is someone who talks excessively and incessantly. Those are big words. I'll tell you what they mean. They mean you talk all the time. No, I don't think you quite understand. All. The. Time. Don't get me wrong. I love it. There is never a dull or quiet moment in this house while you are awake, but I love it. I am a great listener. Did you know that about your mom? You talk and I listen. We have a great relationship. I sure love you.
You usually start off your best conversations with, "Hey mom, did you know...." and follow up with a question about some animal that you know some crazy fact about and that I have maybe heard of once. For example, "Mom, did you know the rainbow jellyfish shoots lots of colors at you and that you fall asleep and never wake up?" When I say, "Wow! No, I didn't know that" you proceed to say, "I'll ask grandpa if he knows. He knows lots about animals." It's true. Or another one of my favorite conversation starters is, "Guess how many..." followed by some outrageous statement. Something that I could possibly never really know how many. But you always know how many. And you always tell me. And then remind me not to forget. But I do. I'm sorry about that. And these next conversations are by far the most fun for me because I really don't know where this information comes from other than your wild imagination. They go, "Remember when I was a little baby..." followed up by something that I have never told you, but you are convinced you did as a little baby. It's hilarious. I love when you share stories with me about your infancy.
You usually start off your best conversations with, "Hey mom, did you know...." and follow up with a question about some animal that you know some crazy fact about and that I have maybe heard of once. For example, "Mom, did you know the rainbow jellyfish shoots lots of colors at you and that you fall asleep and never wake up?" When I say, "Wow! No, I didn't know that" you proceed to say, "I'll ask grandpa if he knows. He knows lots about animals." It's true. Or another one of my favorite conversation starters is, "Guess how many..." followed by some outrageous statement. Something that I could possibly never really know how many. But you always know how many. And you always tell me. And then remind me not to forget. But I do. I'm sorry about that. And these next conversations are by far the most fun for me because I really don't know where this information comes from other than your wild imagination. They go, "Remember when I was a little baby..." followed up by something that I have never told you, but you are convinced you did as a little baby. It's hilarious. I love when you share stories with me about your infancy.
Sometimes I long for those peaceful moments, but it only last a split second. Because I want you to know, I honestly and truly am delighted to hear your daily play-by-plays of what happened at play group and preschool, what you think about every species of dinosaurs, and what your best friend likes to eat for lunch. So yes, your being a motormouth suits me just fine. I hope you never change. I think your future wife will find it a charming quality.
Oh! And did you know? The average 4 year old uses 800 words. I think you use 1800. Boy do I love you.
Love, mom
4 comments:
That is too cute. You are such a good Mom.
So happy reading that there are literally tears welling up...there are tears! Seriously! I miss you! I got your sweet card! Love ya!
I love the last two posts! you are such a WONDERFUl mom and reading the posts brought tears to my eyes cause I could hear your voice as i was reading it and then it occured to me how much I miss you and could really use a dose of Bryn in real person right now! Thanks for being such a Wonderful Mommy! I love you!
I hope you had fun reuniting with these cute boys yesterday! I had such a fun time with you! Thanks so much for coming! I love you.
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