Today is Piglet's 4th birthday (where did the time go??), and I'm dedicating this post to him. I'm writing about Birthday Traditions over at my other blog today, so if you have a minute, hop on over and take a peek.
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Piglet is named for his paternal grandfather, in my husband's Greek tradition of naming the firstborn after the father's father, but his nickname is after my dear (Dutch) grandpa.
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Piglet has one of the biggest heads evah. He crowned on the first push, but I pushed for an hour and a half before he finally made his appearance. I refer once again to the "Head" in So I Married An Axe Murderer.
Big head, big brain, I guess. He is smart and funny and incredibly perceptive. All part and parcel of being one of those "sense-a-tional" kids.
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I know all kids say funny things, and most parents think their kid is the funniest thing since a whoopie cushion, but really, my kid is funny.
Recent Pigletisms include:
"I want my teachers and my friends to come to my home because I haven't seen them in a couple whiles."
P: "Mama, do we have any lollipops at home?"
Me: "Why do you think you need a lollipop?"
P: "Because I've been a good boy."
"Mama, will you buy me a red shirt with a number four on it?" (this said at random whilst riding in a cab home from school)
"I don't like this--it makes me spicy."
"Can I drink decaf coffee when I'm a man?"
--4--
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| Because what is a censor without toast on a lamb? |
Piglet continues to be obsessed with all things liturgical, and has gotten creative in coming up with pretend liturgical items. For a while, a stuffed sheep with a piece of fabric toast stuck to its foot that hung on the end of a string of plastic rings was a censor; a therapy band has become a deacon's orarion, and he has decided that he has to have the Greek-English prayer book in order to pray for anyone. He walks around singing various chants and portions of the liturgy often.
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I love the innocence of his faith. Whenever he hurts himself, he asks for St. John's oil, and he talks to and about the saints like he does his friends. His prayers are simple and sweet, and remind me of what should be.
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My son notices everything. Whether it be my earrings, or a pen on the table that wasn't there when he left in the morning, he sees it all, and has to tell me about it. While this trait is sometimes annoying, it also reminds me to be careful about what I do and say, because little eyes are watching and little ears are listening.
I hear myself echoed in the way he sometimes talks to Boo and cringe and remind myself to speak more softly. But I also love the way that he imitates my pet name for Birdie, and how he can be sweet with Boo at times.
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He is silly beyond belief, especially when he crosses that fine line from tired into manic. It cracks me up when he starts laughing, that high-pitched machine gun rattle that comes from his whole being. He loves being tickled, tackled, danced around, and generally rough-housed with. His answer to being tickled within an inch of his life? "Again!"
So to my lovely, funny, intense, sweet and sour boy, Happy Birthday! Our lives haven't been same since!
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