Stuart. My tender-hearted clown.
He has yet to take much notice of Spencer, but when it comes to creepy-crawlies he is a loyal, loving brother to them. Caterpillars, roly-polies, and worms to be specific. He and Whitney build them elaborate comfortable palaces of grass and dirt and old bricks in the back yard. He calls them terms of endearment like "brother", "best friend", "little fella", and "little guy".
Ants and other ill-intended bugs aren't so lucky. Those he hunts down on his tricycle and rolls over them slowly, laughing with the same feigned disgust but genuine amusement he feels at a good, loud fart.
He is a strange combination of truly advanced articulation and emotive, slap-stick silliness that requires no words at all. He gets so lost in his own make-believe world, talking for his toys and talking to himself, that listening in and watching requires no stealth.
What a joy, my little Stuart.
3 comments:
what is with this boy not looking at the camera!? lol
Stu is fantastic. I think I've told you this before, but we'll share it for your blog audience.
I was hanging some balloons for Cole's party and he was coming along to watch. He asked "How are you doing that?" or so I thought. "I'm just tying the string around the light." "No. I said How are you doing?" I smiled. "I'm doin' good Stu. Thanks for asking."
Love this post and the one before it, about Whitney. I love your children. I miss you and them so much. My missing-you-ness hit me with a sharp pang this morning and just seemed to last and last. I wish we lived closer. Slap your kids' bums for me! :)
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