Monkey is, without a doubt, a mama’s boy. He will do and say things for me that he will say to no one else. Sometimes I’ll ask him to share a new word or a new skill with Duhdee and he ignores us. Sometimes he’ll even be doing something particularly cute and as soon as Duhdee walks into the room he will stop. I know it won’t always be this way. There are things he does with Duhdee that I can’t do with him. There will be more and more of these activities as he gets older, I’m sure. So for now I store away little nuggets like this to carry with me later:
From school, Monkey was on a walk with his class after recess. As they approached the driveway at the front of the school where we do pick-ups and drop-offs he said, clear as day “Mama. Home.” and he pointed in the direction that we drive away. One thing that is particularly funny to me is that I never do afternoon pick-ups, those are Duhdee’s responsibility!
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Matty is the same way and he’s 11. I can draw stuff out of him that no one else can.
Oh so there is hope! I assumed that as soon as the boy activities (sports, snowmobiling) kicked in I’d me chopped liver