Today is our 10th wedding anniversary… and one of my two most treasured gifts used to look like this:
That was JediBoy on Tuesday. If you want to see him today, the all-new-and-improved six-year-old cutie, peek behind the cut!
He’s just too much for my heart. Yes, in the past three days he lost another tooth, got a very short haircut, and his first pair of glasses!
JediBoy has been complaining for a couple weeks of headaches when he reads, especially since he loves to sit down and read a Magic Tree House book - or two, or three - all in one sitting. We took him to the optholmologist on Monday. His eyes are very healthy, and he has 20/25 distance vision, with 20/30 near vision - making him the first far-sighted person in my family. He was so excited to get his new glasses, “so I can read all I want.”
I was thinking, as we drove home today, about how adorable he is, and how old he looks, and how I would rush right home and blog about our experience.
That’s when we got started on the following set of questions:
When did you get your first glasses? [I was 8, PisecoSis was 5.]
Who was born first, you or PisecoSis? [PisecoSis is almost 3 years older than I am.]
So she’s 34? [No, she’s already had her birthday.]
I want to send her nature things for her birthday. Is her birthday soon? [No, it’s in March.]
Then we stopped to recite a list of holidays and birthdays: our anniversary, Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, my birthday, Valentine’s Day, PisecoSis and PisecoDad’s birthdays. I realized I forgot BabyGirl’s birthday between Halloween and Thanksgiving.
What are we going to do for BabyGirl’s birthday? [I don’t know, do you have any ideas?]
Maybe we could take her berry-picking, so she could EAT. [The berries will be long-gone by then.]
We could take her to a farm or to the zoo. [Our zoo will be closed, but we could take her to a nearby zoo.]
Is that the one with the gorillas? Oh, wait, that was Cleveland. I loved Cleveland. Are we going back to Cleveland? [Yes, in May when we have the next adoption picnic.]
Do we have to go every year, and after you’re dead to I have to take my whole family and BabyGirl? [Uh, no! You don’t HAVE to go, we’ll just go for as many years as we enjoy it.]
Well, I’m going to go every year as long as I live. I love Cleveland. I think I might move to Cleveland when I grow up. I’ll move with my wife and my kids. Say, what kind of kids do you think I will have?
Then we went through a discussion about how, biologically, he’s the only son of an only son of an only son of an only son… so one boy is a good guess! I talked about how his great-great-grandfather had one biological son and one adopted daughter, just like us.
A long pause settles over the van.
Hey, Mom? [Yeah?]
You know, when the man has to put his stuff in the woman to make a baby, how does he do that, exactly? How does he connect their bloodstreams? [Uh. Well, it’s not their bloodstreams that have to connect. The man has to put sperm inside the woman to meet her egg.]
But how does he do that, exactly? What does he use to put the sperm in? Where do the sperm come from? [Well… the sperm are produced in the testicles.]
And how do they get out? [Uh. Through the man’s penis.]
So where did Dad put his penis? In your mouth?
Did I really want him to grow up so fast?
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