I was holding the string to the Happy Birthday helium balloon and 14-and-a-half-month-old Spencer wanted it. And so I gave it to him, pulling it downwards to his height and helping him grasp it better and playing boppity boppity bop a bit with him.
I had to grab it back again and again for him as, in his aunt’s immortal words at about six months older than he is now, “The balloon down fell up.”
Next thing you know, our shy little guy half threw himself out of his tall daddy’s arms towards mine, to our surprise but I caught him in time.
My kid grinned at me: He doesn’t do that for most people. He’s pretty shy.
Today, I played one-on-one with a ball with him and balls are his very most favorite thing. I played it at his level, and this is one little boy who dearly wants to be able to do so the way his older siblings do.
Then I want to give a bit of equal time to kid #2 who had challenged me to a game of chess. And let me tell you, for a six year old, Hudson is really good at it.
Suddenly there was Spencer with his first word as far as my experience is concerned: a firm, “UP.”
Up he instantly came because you don’t pass up on a chance like that.
We had to distract him from demolishing the game, as one does.
The two days went past far too quickly and a great time was had by all and now it’s like, where did everybody go?