Yesterday morning Ben and I were sitting on the couch doing our morning snuggles, talking about the day to come. We have a routine where he says "Tell me about my day" and I tell him as much as I can about what his day will be like. I stole this idea from my cousin Ginger, and he loves it. Knowing the sequence of events that will occur has really helped to head off fits and transition problems, especially if we have a busy day. We go over it several times until he can repeat it back to me. He can't get enough of it, this itemizing of things in his day. And counting them. He'll declare proudly "I have 5 tings today".
Yesterday, we were talking about our errands. I told him we had to go drop off clothes at a store (consignment) where there would be some toys he could play with while he waited.
"And we go in mommy's car?" he asked.
"Mmm Hmm, my car"
"And you will be the driver and I will be the rider." He dictated.
"Yes", I said chuckling at his assignment of transportation duties.
We sat in silence for a moment
"Can I be a the driver?" he asked in a tiny, hopeful voice. "Or am I too wittle?"
"Oh honey, You're still too little" I responded.
"Oh." he said sadly. Sitting for moment. "But I am getting bigger now."
"Yes" I replied wistfully. "You really are".
Today I am thankful for my mischievous, lovable Ben, and the wonderful age of 3, where each day is full of wonder and adventure. For a boy who can't go an hour without making me laugh out loud.
We should all be so blessed.