Maddie Approved
“I think we should keep her. Can we keep her?”
Keeping Maddie
Just Visiting
Joseph came into the NICU to see Madeline…all kids have to have their temp taken when they come in. Nurse approaches with the thermometer… Joseph looks up and says, “We just came here to visit.”
Stevie Wonder
Joseph crawled into bed with me this morning…he was wide awake and I was far from it. There are a few things that Joseph is fascinated by…among them: rubber gloves, wounds hidden by bandaids, and Stevie Wonder. This morning:
“Mommy, can I be Stevie Wonder? I’m going to be Stevie Wonder.”
“Huh? Ok. Do you…what?”
“He moves his head like this,” he says, doing a surprisingly good impression. I ask how he knows who Stevie Wonder is and where ha has seen him, but the moment has passed and he’s onto the next line of questioning: what are we doing today and let’s have breakfast.
Plane Dreams
If I had a plane it would have lots of cereal on it. In containers.
Two Shoes
“I couldn’t find the other brown one so I put on a yellow one.”
Easter Bunny Shops at Giant?
(in Giant) OH! So that’s where my chocolate bunny came from! Can I get one that has ears?
Morning Conversation
J: Mommy can we talk about blindful?
M: You mean blind people? Well if someone is blind then their eyes don’t work. That’s why the ladies we saw were training those guide dogs, so they can learn how to show blind people where to go.
J: They could go to the eye doctor.
M: Well, ye–
J: The eye doctor would take out their eyes and fix them and then put them back in.
M: Doesn’t real–
J: It would be a transplant.
M: Wow, well… you know what a transplant is?
J: Yes.
M: What is it?
J: I don’t know.
M: It’s when you take something from one place and move it to another. Like when grandma and grandpa took that bush from the front and put it by the deck. Doctors can do that with kidneys or your liver. I guess eyes…or parts of eyes anyway.
J: Mommy!!! Did you know cats can fly rockets?!
American Obama
Joseph wanted to style his own hair this morning. He had the brush and was sweeping across his head then fell to his knees in frustration, saying that he just wanted to brush his hair “like American Obama!” I have no clue what he meant. I said, “Like President Obama?” He just said, “Like O-bam-a!”
Little Stevie & MJ
We were in the car yesterday and Superstition comes on the radio. I turn it up a bit, cause-come on, it’s Stevie Wonder you can’t not.
From his car seat, Joseph says, “Mommy, who is singing this song?”
“It’s Stevie Wonder. A good song, yeah?”
Joseph considers a minute then says, “When I grow up, I want to be Stevie Wonder.”
He knows a beat, I have to say. Tonight, Joseph came down post bath and pre-pjs (naked, in other words) to give me a kiss and finagled “just a little while, 2…no, 5 minutes” of playtime. I had the Michael Jackson movie on (the one about the concert that never happened) in the background and Joseph starts grooving his little sun-starved bod to the beat. “I like that guy. He has sparkly pants!” He mimics some hand motions and a twisty-foot spin then sits down to line up Matchbox cars.
Bath Water
“Joseph! Don’t drink the bath water, that’s gross.”
“But bath water is very refreshing, mom!”
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