Early child years are so much fun
It has really started to become a fun time in the Patterson home lately.
Our two year old son James has been doing the funniest and sweetest things over the past few weeks. His vocabulary is starting to expand, his expressions are more colorful, and his imagination is taking off in full force.
My husband Jason and I have been getting a real kick out of his latest habits. Being first-time parents, we had no idea what we were in for with a new addition to our family.
Many other parents I talk with in town say these first few years are the most exciting. As we rapidly approach the third year, we are definitely not experiencing any shortage of fun.
James was running through the house the other day when he began to slide across our wooden floors. Before I could catch him, he slid right into a wall.
These days I tend to wait to see exactly how bad “an injury” really is before I react. I used to instantly grab him up, check for blood and search his body for marks. When James started looking at me like I was crazy, I learned to wait and see what reaction I was gonna get from him.
After he banged into the wall, he looked around with a confused look on his face.
“Are you OK,” I asked, not sure if he was in shock or what.
“I need to go to the doctor,” he said.
For some reason, I just started laughing like crazy.
Over the last few days, Jason and I have been informed on multiple occasions that James needed medical assistance. Climbing into Daddy’s lap and holding his toe, James said he needed a doctor. Scratching his head as he came to me in the kitchen, he once again needed a doctor.
Last night, he was doing the same sliding on the floor thing. He ended up running into that same wall, just as hard.
“Momma,” he said, gabbing his head. “I need a doctor.”
Deciding to change the pace a little, I agreed.
“OK, let’s go,” I said, holding my hand out.
“No, I’m better,” he said, taking off into he kitchen.
James’ imagination is another thing Jason and I like to watch grow. We still love to play games with him, but he is starting to get where he invents his own worlds. Worlds where Mommy and Daddy are not required.
His new thing is putting my round laundry basket on his head.
“I’m in a ballgame,” he said, adjusting his “helmet.”
At first it worried me. James would take off with the basket on his head and ram into things. From a wall to a mountain of stuffed animals to a gigantic bean bag...James was really in his own game.
Upon entering the Patterson home, you have to watch out. You might get tackled by a kid with a laundry basket on his head.
And James soaks everything up now. We were watching Jurassic Park on television the other night. He has really became interested in dinosaurs so I thought he would like to see a movie all about them.
We watched that show until the very end. He wasn’t scared or anything. The more dinosaurs he saw, the more excited he got.
The movie ends with a dramatic farewell from a Tyrannosaurus Rex roaring into the air. James began grinning and began his own dinosaur roar.
Now when he’s not playing a ballgame, he’s stomping around the house, roaring.
“I’m a hinosaur,” he says. He hasn’t caught on yet that it begins with a “d” sound.
Jason and I are really enjoying this time. Talking with several readers, they always tell me they love columns about James because it reminds them of their early years as parents.
Well, I couldn’t agree with what I’ve been told more. Those first few years are tough, but the funny moments make up for all the challenges.
James’ innocent nature brings out the kid in Jason and me again.
Which reminds me...I have a ballgame followed by a wrestling match to referee between Jason and James tonight.