When I came home from DC last week I was so happy to have my SIL and precious Matthew waiting for me curbside in front of the airport. It has been probably a month or so since I’ve seen them last and at age three, every day he is growing and changing. His vocabulary seems to double every time we talk and you can see the wheels turning in his head as he attempts to form his thoughts into sentences.
As they were waiting for me to land he saw several planes in the air and yelled STOP! to each of them. When I got in the car he said, “Aunt Liz I stopped the plane for you because I like you.”. And for the rest of the day as him and I spent time at the park and shopping for new shoes he would stop ever so often and say, “I like you Aunt Liz.”
I like you too, Matthew.
Sometime between our last visit and now, he entered that stage of toddler-hood where every toy commercial insterted between Dora breaks, is something he desperately needs. His words are like clockwork: “I weally want dat. I weally do. Can you help me find dat toy?”. And then he places his tiny hands together as if he is kneeling to pray and says, “Pwease?”
By the second day the cuteness wears off and the minute you hear, “Aunt Liz?” you don’t even have to look to see which toy is being displayed, “Lemme guess – YOU WEALLY, WEALLY WANT DAT.”. To which he replies, “Yes. I weally do. Cand you help me find dat toy?”. And the circle continues.
I took him to WalMart with me on Monday and we strolled through the toy section and every aisle he was telling me no, no and no. He was explaining to me as best he could that there was a specific toy he wanted and it wasn’t on this aisle or that one or that one. His description was that it had a mountain and you go to the top and then you throw it, animating the toss by pulling his arm back and launching an invoisible ball. It was an honest attempt but I had no idea what he was talking about and neither did his mom.
He finally found an aisle that had some runners-up and the first three or four toys he requested cost $74.99. I know how happy this might make you, Matthew, but I also know the amount of time that it will make you happy which is about 48 hours unless it is a tall, green monster that lived 85 million years ago that goes by the name of T-REX. Maybe you should send Santa a letter instead and tell him how much you WEALLY WANT DAT TOY.
Sher Bailey is a writer in the Midwest who believes the power of humor, Mod Podge, and grandkids can fix most problems in life. You can find her at SherBailey.com.
Brown Girl says
Haha, he has expensive taste, can you blame him? 😉 Happy weekend!
Sara says
Ha! Ha! My nephew is the same way. better vocabulary though since he’s five and boy, everything is a MUST HAVE! And, it is a neverending circle.
Meagan says
haha that is so cute! Our nephew is almost 2…I’m in for it!! His cute smile gets me every time!
Cristina says
lol…you should have taken him to the dollar store 🙂
Shanny says
heehee, but he weally weally like you Aunt Liz! He is so adorable!