These are the things I want to remember

by DaniGirl on October 6, 2009 · 12 comments

in Lucas

These are the things I want to remember about life with 20-month old Lucas. I write them here because they are ephermal, because they’ll disappear in the blink of an eye or the beat of a heart and I won’t even notice they’re gone, and someday I’ll be sad that I didn’t capture them a little bit better.

I want to remember how he says “Yeah!” with such enthusiasm when you ask him a question, like “Do you want to wear your Bob the Builder jammies tonight?” and he says it so that you cannot mistake the exclamation mark at the end.

I want to remember how he grabs me around the neck and squeezes hard when I pick him up, often crushing his face into mine in a sweetly aggressive sort of mashed-up kiss, as if he has just a little bit too much love for an ordinary hug and kiss to express.

I want to remember how even though he is perfectly capable of saying “Nimon” he calls both of his brothers “Tittan”. He started out calling them “Ninon” and “Ninnan”; now, they are the two-headed brother monster with one name.

I want to remember how he begs for whatever bit of tasty treat you’ve got not unlike a labrador puppy might, by standing as close to you as he can making obvious eye contact with you, all the while encouraging you to share with a musical “Mmm hmmm! Mmm hmmm!”

I want to remember how he must be just like his big brothers in all things, and how he loves to draw when they draw and play with lego when they play with lego. I really don’t think it’s occured to him that they are any older or any different than he is.

I want to remember how he loves certain videos and how he asks for them by ‘name’. Bob the Builder is of course “Bob!” (always with the audible exclamation mark) and Blues Clues is “Puppy!” The Muppets episode with Mark Hamill is less easy to convey; he gargles in the fashion of Angus McGonagle, the Argyle Gargoyle who gargles Gershwin. I’ll need to get the new Flip video camera out for that one, I think.

I want to remember how he loves for us to sing “Old Macdonald” in the car, and how when we pause to allow him to name an animal, he says “Cow!” each and every time, over and over again. (And yes, the exclamation mark is audible on that one, too. I think like any new skill that gets acquired by a toddler, he’s busy incorporating the exclamation into his repetoire through fierce and constant repetition.)

I want to remember how hard it is not to laugh when he is vexed and falls to the floor in a disappointed heap, not exactly throwing a tantrum but utterly exasperated by being denied the whimsy of his desire.

I want to remember his good ear for mimicry, and how he can repeat several words in a sing-song of sounds even though he’s only stringing together a word or two at a time. He will stack up a couple of blocks and then look at me and say, “Don’t you do it!” daring me not to knock over his tower the way he knocks down the ones I build for him. And he is pitch-perfect in capturing my tone as he climbs up onto the table and then scolds himself: “Git DOWN!”

I want to remember the way he chortles with glee and relief when we say it’s time for “Blankey and Soo” the bedtime duo. “Banky Sooooooo” he repeats.

I want to remember the way he looks solemnly into my eyes each night as I tell him the story of his day, agreeing with “Mmm hmm” to the key points, around his mouthful of soother.

I want to remember how utterly beautiful, and exasperating, and exhausting, and fulfilling it can be to parent the ball of curious and relentless and lovingly adorable energy that is Lucas at 20 months. It’s so hard to believe some days that it won’t be like this forever, that it might not be like this next month…


{ 12 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Marla October 6, 2009 at 9:16 am

Please put that adorable Lukas stuff in a bottle and sell it!

2 Marla October 6, 2009 at 9:36 am

Gah! I started to spell Lukie, and goofed!

3 Amber October 6, 2009 at 10:00 am

Those toddlers are so cute and funny. Thank you for sharing such a lovely description of your little one. ๐Ÿ™‚

4 Lynn October 6, 2009 at 10:01 am

Oh my god, there’s a Muppet Show episode with Mark Hamill?? I’m off to Google. If I can’t find my own copy I’m coming right over!

5 DaniGirl October 6, 2009 at 10:10 am

Lynn, it’s on near-constant repeat play at our place — drop by any time!
http://www.amazon.com/Best-Muppet-Show-Hamill-Raquel/dp/B00006AUHU

(It’s on YouTube, too, but simply not the same, and in the next episode you can see a far-too-young Paul Simon… does it get any better?)

Laughing at Marla — you are just making up for lost commenting time, I know!

6 Shannon October 6, 2009 at 7:35 pm

Wow, that is awesome! It never ceases to amaze me how similar kids the same age are – I could have written many of these things for my 20-month old little girl. Well, except you’d have to exchange the Bob the Builder video for Dora or the Wiggles ๐Ÿ™‚

The cow is also her favourite animal on Old MacDonald’s big farm!

7 meanie October 7, 2009 at 7:15 am

yikes. you just made me want to have a third ๐Ÿ™‚

8 Chantal October 7, 2009 at 8:56 am

Sniff that is so beautiful. I can’t wait to feel this way about my baby!

9 XUP October 7, 2009 at 9:03 am

Ah the good old days. Sometimes I miss them so much I want to cry. But then I realize I can leave the house at the spur of the moment, alone and without having to find a babysitter, and I’m okay. (a little wistful still, but okay)

10 mamatulip October 7, 2009 at 4:05 pm

And see? This is why you blog. To remember these lovely things. ๐Ÿ™‚

11 Gwen October 9, 2009 at 1:33 pm

Very sweet post ๐Ÿ™‚ My little one turned 2 yesterday and I always wonder where the time went. Feels like yesterday that I prepared an entire Thanksgiving feast while having irregular contractions. I ended up going to the hospital that night and had her 8 hours later. I know I don’t do a good job of recording the sweet moments like the ones you mentioned above. And she is our last baby. Thanks for posting this, I am going to make a conscious effort to capture these memories. Once they are gone, they are gone.

12 Nat October 12, 2009 at 9:21 am

I know exactly what you mean.

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