Small, grey and bright-eyed, he repeated on the drive home from preschool.
Mommy, what does bright-eyed mean?
Uh...it means like happy and healthy.
Oh. You are big, peach and bright-eyed Mommy.
|Another day, another flower from Noah to tuck behind my ear.|
And you my love, are the reason why I am bright-eyed much of the time. Noah, for all his fussiness and inflexibility is still ridiculously delicious and charming to me.
He is a master of communication (as demonstrated above for his love of new words and phrases) and I often find myself adopting his own made-up conventions. In particular, he invented a way to express EXTREME approval - the Four Thumbs Up - in which you give two thumbs up twice.
Simple and effective, no?
I also often adopt his thumb-to-the-side convention to signify moderate approval. As in, Noah, do you like the new noodles I cooked for you?
I like it [side-thumb]
And it isn't just me. On the rare occasions Judah and I are alone, Judah often asks me - Mommy, tell me what Noah says. I want to hear more about him. What does he tell you?
Such is the ridiculous delight that issues forth from Noah's little mouth.
Aside from his creative expressions, he also delights me daily with flowers. Practically every day Noah will grab a dandelion or daisy off some green field and present it to me as a token of his love. Some days I have giant handfuls. Other days I have bright fuschia blooms from a neighbor's prized bush - sorry neighbors!
It never fails to remind me of his older brother, who used to do the exact same thing, but hasn't done it for over a year.
Six year olds are just not as obsessed with their mothers as 3 year olds, alas. When I get home from an outing Judah barely lifts his head in acknowledgement whereas Noah will stop, drop and barrel down the stairs to me, giggling and chortling the whole way.
Oh how quickly the window closes for me to feel like a rock star to my kids.
And so, with a relish that I didn't have with Judah, I embrace his fierce embrace. I know how precious and truly short-lived it is now.
And how it will never, ever, ever be quite like this again.