In honor of Oliver's 3rd birthday I decided to ask him a few questions. A little interview with the person I spend the most time with. I realized as I was asking him these questions that if I asked them again tomorrow--or in 5 minutes--the answers to most of them would change. Except for the pants one. He is firmly anti-pants.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
space man (this means astronaut)
What is your favorite thing to play with?
What is your favorite movie?
What is your favorite thing to do with your sister?
Play (like, duh!)
What do you like about staying home with mommy all day?
Playing (do you sense a theme here?)
Do you like wearing pants?
No. I like to be naked.
What is your favorite animal?
What is your favorite color?
What is your favorite book?
Where the Wild Things Are
And there you have it. Out of the mouth of the baby of the family. Sometimes I can't believe how different it is staying home with him all day as compared to when I stayed home with Alison alone all day. Granted, by the time Alison was his age she was no longer home alone with me, but it's amazing how much trouble Oliver can get into in just a short amount of time. For instance, Monday night while I was washing dishes after supper, Alison took that opportunity to go in the playroom and play. Oliver decided it would be fun to somehow get the doorstop out of the wall in the kitchen. Last night while I was cooking supper Alison did her homework, and Oliver took the wooden dowel out of the bottom of the shades in their room. Then today when we were outside he managed to take apart a flower bed. He took all of the rocks that were being used as a border and either rolled them down the hill or put them in his dump truck to be moved to another location. He was very proud of himself for not eating a black worm he found, though, and pointed that fact out to me several times. "Memba, mommy, that that worm tasted bad? Yuck! Phewey!" I didn't have the heart to tell him that most kids wouldn't know from first hand experience that black worms taste bad. Or maybe they would, but I only have experience with one other kid and she would've died before eating a worm.
I don't know what I'd do all day without Oliver. He keeps me company (today he told me we make a good team), he makes me laugh, he forces me to play cars over and over again. He is the entertainer in this family. If he does or says something and it gets a favorable reaction, he gets this twinkle in his eye like "oh, yea, you like that, do you?" and continues to do it over and over. He makes Alison laugh by doing this a lot, and it's pretty hilarious, because he can't help but laugh at the same time. He has an incredible imagination--his cars are always talking to each other and acting out complicated scenarios that usually involve saving someone.
Yesterday he turned 3, and while I was sad to say goodbye to 2, I realize that each year brings me something else to look forward to. It has been so much fun to watch him grow and learn, and I'm so happy I get to be a part of it. Happy Birthday, O-Mac! I know we'll laugh together this year as much as we have the past 2, Little Man.