Seth's Weblog

I think since Arwen was conceived, I’ve known Seth would be sandwiched between two others, girls at that. So there’s a lingering guilt on me because I know he was the baby for such a short time. When he was one day old, I noticed how his skin didn’t feel as soft as it had the day before, that velvety soft that baby’s have when they’re not born too late. So Arwen was conceived in my mind when Seth was one day old. He was our baby for only one day!

We have school time more often lately. I intend to keep him home an extra year so that when he enters kindergarten, he’ll actually be one of the older children in class. My teacher friend says she’s met parents who wished they’d kept their child home that extra year, but no one has ever told her they regretted keeping them home for longer. We’ve considered an unconventional preschool such as karate or baseball, as long as he’s getting prepared at home. Of course, he’s still not getting the “schooling” that Savannah had at this age.

But this morning I overheard a conversation between Savannah and Seth. The only part that stood out was Seth’s saying, “Mom is my teachah. She teaches me.” (guilt melting away :)

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First, for those who don’t know, Seth is still just 3 1/2. Today at the mall, Seth was peering over Arwen’s head in the double stroller. We were several yards away from a Nacho Libre sign. He said, “Hey, I see Jack Black.”

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Our dentist gives the children toys when they visit. After Savannah’s cleaning on Wednesday, she chose a telescope, Arwen a little but very high bouncy soccer ball, and Seth, well, while he threw a fit for Arwen’s little but high bouncy soccer ball, I chose for him a dinosaur snout that fits over his nose and mouth. By the time we got in the van, he had warmed up to it and accepted his new toy.

So he’s become very attached to it, wrapping the string around his head, a surprisingly strong string for a party favor. He roars and “scares” us with it, smiling at us the whole time. It’s one of those toys that people get a kick out of in the grocery store, like when Savannah was a baby carrying around her fried egg or her miniature turkey from her kitchen toys.

Yesterday morning, Savannah played with it a minute and gave it back to him asking what that was inside of it.

He answered, “Dat’s my slobbah.” (Slobber) :D

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There are numberless stories that parent bloggers mean to blog and never do. But I won’t let this one go by. Seth wakes up before anyone else, often waking everyone else up as he clears a path through the house, but lately, he’s been coming straight to our room and climbing in the bed with us. He stays on the outside, and I scoot over. He puts his cold feet on my legs and kisses me and looks at me as if to say, “I’ll be a different little boy by noon, so enjoy the sweetness while it lasts.”

Sometimes, he actually stays quiet and still enough to drift back to sleep. A mother’s dream!

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