Month Twenty-Eight
Dear Jasper,
HEY YOU.
I want to take a sec to document something: today we spent twenty or so minutes in the very cold waters of your inflatable pool. It wasn’t unlike other times we have spent in your pool, but today you were particularly excited and splashed a great deal. After you learned to splash on the count of three, you sat down in the water.
“Sit down, Mama, please,” you asked.
So I sat. And then,
“Mama, waiting for the bus. Mama and Jasper wait for the bus. Wait for the bus boat.”
And.. I just loved this.
I think I may have missed last month (sorry!), but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t realize it was a monthly birthday. Some days are crazier than others, and I have a feeling last month was probably crazy.
Speaking of having feelings, one of your favorite songs right now is “I’ve Got a Feeling” by The Beatles. You also love “Dig A Pony,” and yesterday you walked around our living room with a spoon, digging at the floor. When I asked what you were doing, you replied, “I am digging a pony.”
Indeed.
I think it’s funny how your favorite Beatles album is Let It Be Naked — you know, not even the actual Let It Be that came out in 1970. Nooo, you’re already starting on your music geekness early, and you’re a fan of the stripped down version, you know, “the way it was meant to be.”
I have’t always been the biggest fan of “The Long and Winding Road.” This is relevant because we listened to it the other day and at the end you solemnly stated, “That was very nice.” And it’s not that I don’t like the song, but I always felt like it was such a production. After hearing your response, I considered what you said the next time we listened to it, and I must say: I do agree. It is very nice.
This whole speaking-in-sentences thing is every bit as mind-blowing as parents of older kids have told me it would be. You have your favorite phrases that you repeat (one of them is “Look at this mess I made” and that is usually follows up by me realizing you’ve smashed graham crackers into your hair or poured your 3/4 water, 1/4 apple juice mixed drink down your shirt), but you also just pull words out of nowhere and string them together. You’re also into expressing what you do and don’t like — the other night you were eating your beans and broccoli and suddenly looked up at us, stating, “This food is GOOD!” You repeated that sentiment for food that Mimi (our roomie Kim) made, so I think you’ve got your tastes down.
I realize this is a little heavy on the Beatles side (we can’t even discuss how crazy it is that you have an Aunt Mimi, a la Mr. Lennon, because then I get edgy about what happened to HIS mom and you know), but today you told us you were pretending to be Ringo. I mean, seriously, that came out of your mouth: “I am being Ringo.” And then you drummed while Reeves (Mimi’s boyfriend) played guitar, and you guys both grinned at each other like you’re accomplices in some kind of sideways British-humor-laced caper flick.
The other evening you and I had a Mom-Jazz date at the movies. It was your first time to really see a movie in theaters (we took you to one of the Harry Potters, but you were like..four months old), and we went to see Winnie the Pooh. I honestly had NO IDEA how you would behave — would you sit for the movie? Would you run around like you’re wild? The answer is a little bit of both. We spent the twenty or so minutes before the movie walking around outside, and then inside, the theater. After moseying down to the actual room we’d be in, I followed you around while you occasionally glanced at the screen during particularly interesting commercials. There was one for Mountain Dew that seemed to really fascinate you, but it makes sense — it’s brightly colored and has a guy riding a bicycle in it. Talk about Jasper HEAVEN.
I would remind you when the movie started we had to sit down, and you would repeat “Movie starts, sit down,” but I wasn’t sure it was really sinking in. Lo and behold, the first preview screen came up and you sat down in a seat (with some assistance) and began watching. You giggled and clapped through the previews, and when the movie began you whispered, “Mama, it’s starting.”
You then sat through a solid fifty-five of the sixty-nine minutes of the movie, and were happy to remain sitting for the rest of it once you had graham crackers. I can’t tell you how crazy happy I was to share a cinematic experience with you, and to have it go over so well — I’m a gigantic fan of going to the movies, and I’m glad that it seems like you like it.
I think concerts are next for us, friend.
Your latest ambitions include being an astronaut (and/or just going to the moon), calling the trash man on the telephone, and seeing the ocean. Luckily for you, one of these is in your immediate future. I’m not so sure about the other two, but we’ll do our best.
I love you so, so much.
Love,
Mama
HEY YOU.
I want to take a sec to document something: today we spent twenty or so minutes in the very cold waters of your inflatable pool. It wasn’t unlike other times we have spent in your pool, but today you were particularly excited and splashed a great deal. After you learned to splash on the count of three, you sat down in the water.
“Sit down, Mama, please,” you asked.
So I sat. And then,
“Mama, waiting for the bus. Mama and Jasper wait for the bus. Wait for the bus boat.”
And.. I just loved this.
I think I may have missed last month (sorry!), but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t realize it was a monthly birthday. Some days are crazier than others, and I have a feeling last month was probably crazy.
Speaking of having feelings, one of your favorite songs right now is “I’ve Got a Feeling” by The Beatles. You also love “Dig A Pony,” and yesterday you walked around our living room with a spoon, digging at the floor. When I asked what you were doing, you replied, “I am digging a pony.”
Indeed.
I think it’s funny how your favorite Beatles album is Let It Be Naked — you know, not even the actual Let It Be that came out in 1970. Nooo, you’re already starting on your music geekness early, and you’re a fan of the stripped down version, you know, “the way it was meant to be.”
I have’t always been the biggest fan of “The Long and Winding Road.” This is relevant because we listened to it the other day and at the end you solemnly stated, “That was very nice.” And it’s not that I don’t like the song, but I always felt like it was such a production. After hearing your response, I considered what you said the next time we listened to it, and I must say: I do agree. It is very nice.
This whole speaking-in-sentences thing is every bit as mind-blowing as parents of older kids have told me it would be. You have your favorite phrases that you repeat (one of them is “Look at this mess I made” and that is usually follows up by me realizing you’ve smashed graham crackers into your hair or poured your 3/4 water, 1/4 apple juice mixed drink down your shirt), but you also just pull words out of nowhere and string them together. You’re also into expressing what you do and don’t like — the other night you were eating your beans and broccoli and suddenly looked up at us, stating, “This food is GOOD!” You repeated that sentiment for food that Mimi (our roomie Kim) made, so I think you’ve got your tastes down.
I realize this is a little heavy on the Beatles side (we can’t even discuss how crazy it is that you have an Aunt Mimi, a la Mr. Lennon, because then I get edgy about what happened to HIS mom and you know), but today you told us you were pretending to be Ringo. I mean, seriously, that came out of your mouth: “I am being Ringo.” And then you drummed while Reeves (Mimi’s boyfriend) played guitar, and you guys both grinned at each other like you’re accomplices in some kind of sideways British-humor-laced caper flick.
The other evening you and I had a Mom-Jazz date at the movies. It was your first time to really see a movie in theaters (we took you to one of the Harry Potters, but you were like..four months old), and we went to see Winnie the Pooh. I honestly had NO IDEA how you would behave — would you sit for the movie? Would you run around like you’re wild? The answer is a little bit of both. We spent the twenty or so minutes before the movie walking around outside, and then inside, the theater. After moseying down to the actual room we’d be in, I followed you around while you occasionally glanced at the screen during particularly interesting commercials. There was one for Mountain Dew that seemed to really fascinate you, but it makes sense — it’s brightly colored and has a guy riding a bicycle in it. Talk about Jasper HEAVEN.
I would remind you when the movie started we had to sit down, and you would repeat “Movie starts, sit down,” but I wasn’t sure it was really sinking in. Lo and behold, the first preview screen came up and you sat down in a seat (with some assistance) and began watching. You giggled and clapped through the previews, and when the movie began you whispered, “Mama, it’s starting.”
You then sat through a solid fifty-five of the sixty-nine minutes of the movie, and were happy to remain sitting for the rest of it once you had graham crackers. I can’t tell you how crazy happy I was to share a cinematic experience with you, and to have it go over so well — I’m a gigantic fan of going to the movies, and I’m glad that it seems like you like it.
I think concerts are next for us, friend.
Your latest ambitions include being an astronaut (and/or just going to the moon), calling the trash man on the telephone, and seeing the ocean. Luckily for you, one of these is in your immediate future. I’m not so sure about the other two, but we’ll do our best.
I love you so, so much.
Love,
Mama
