My Boy!

Everyone knows Dylan is "My Boy". He's one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. Some day God may bless us with another child and that'll be fine. Until then, I'm going to enjoy every moment I can with Dylan.

He is so smart. Every parent says that. You know what? They are all right. Kids are smart. They are learning so much at this age and every day it's something new. They remember where they put something the night before. They say something you taught them the day before. They do a new sign language to communicate what they want. It's the greatest feeling in the world to know they are learning from you.

I call my husband daily and the conversation starts out like this, "Do you know what he just did?" My husband loves it. I know he wishes he could be here for all those precious moments, but he's also grateful I call him and tell him what's going on in our world. You know what the best part is. My husband sacrifices daily so I can stay home with "My Boy" and enjoy all those precious moments. I don't have to get a phone call or hear from the babysitter. That's nice!

So, now it's my turn to brag. We make a trip to the bank at least once a week, Dylan and I do. I ride my bike and I have a seat on the back for him. My best "girl" friend bought it for him at the beginning of the summer and it has definitely got lots of use. Back to the story, though. Every time we go to the bank, whether we go in or through the drive-thru...the teller always gives us a sucker. Usually, I just open it and give it to him. By the time we get home, it's running down his chin and neck, it's all over his hands, all over his face, and sometimes in the seat. So, I thought...today when they give me the sucker I won't show it to him, I'll just stick it straight in the backpack (I carry a backpack when we go to the bank). He'll never know I got one and we'll be on our way. The tube came back from the lady inside. I didn't show him the tube. I dumped all the contents straight into the backpack. He never saw a thing. I know he didn't, because I made sure. I put the tube back and before I could start petalling, he said "Mom". I turned around and he was pointing to his mouth saying "Ducker, Cannie". Those are his words for suckers or candy. I told him that it was in my backpack and he could have it later. We left the bank and went to the post office and then the park. It was quite a while before we got home. Before I could get him off the bike when we got home, he was pointing at my backpack saying, "Ducker". That kid doesn't forget anything. He's so smart!

We take walks around our neighborhood daily. Sometimes several times a day. It's so much fun for a little boy. There are skidsters, bulldozers, and all kinds of big equipment running. Construction is going on everywhere. There are rock piles to climb, sand to play in, and tons of hidden treasures. Dylan's hidden treasures are pieces of wood or nails. Sometimes his favorite toy is a piece of pvc pipe used for plumbing. We never take anything that isn't in a junk pile or can't be used. But, wow, we end up with a lot of construction items in our trash weekly. It's so much fun to see what he'll find each day. He's adventurous!

One of Dylan's things lately is to get down really low or lay down on the concrete to find bugs. When he sees something crawling he gets up and jumps on it or steps on it. It's funny to watch him try to step on a grasshopper. He falls quite often. He also likes to dig in ant hills. It hasn't got him hurt, yet, but I'm sure one day it will. He's so crazy!

He's the biggest immitator. He loves to have you pretend to put deodorant on him right after you have done yourself. He hammers the walls in the sunroom while Dad is working out there. He pretends he's eating food when he sees a picture of it in a book. If you're laying on the floor, that's where he wants to be. You never completely understand how much fun that is until you've been a parent experiencing the same things. He's the funniest!

He loves gum, but doesn't know how to keep chewing. He always swallows it. He loves balls and has since he was very little. He is trying to learn how to bat a ball already and no one showed him how to do that. He just brings you the ball and holds on to his golf club like a bat and says, "K". You throw it and he swings. 99% of the time, he misses, but we do it again and again. He can hear a plane before he can see it and then he figures out where it's coming from and points it out. I love him!

Thank you, God, for allowing me the opportunity to love someone else, someone so little, and even though they can't say it back you know they love you, too.