Our five year old son, Duncan, was placed in the county's Special Needs program a year or so ago. He's in a special class filled with kids who need just a little bit of extra help. Some kids have speech delays, some have focusing issues. Along with the continuing development of his education, Duncan has also begun to develop his sense of humor.
Little ones laugh from an early age, of course. They are amused by some pretty interesting things (like a sneeze from Mommy or a snoring Daddy!) Those belly laughs are pretty hard to beat. When they get a little older, kids start to figure out ways to make other people laugh. Potty humor is big at this age. The word "butt" is sure to produce shrieks of laughter.
I think Duncan is trying to push his humor envelope with a creative bit of name calling. I know he doesn't intend to hurt my feelings when he calls me a nose, but I do remind him that calling people names isn't nice, and to try to remember that beforehand. Honestly, I can't say that he's thinking about it. Tonight, amidst a fit of giggles, I was called a bellybutton. And recently, "You're a back, Mommy!" Heeheeheee!
His "insults" are almost always delivered with giggles. When he's actually angry he usually gets right down to the point: "I don't like Miranda!" He doesn't mess around with calling her a toe. Although, he may have been a little upset with his Daddy when he said, "Daddy, you're a unicorn!" Yeah, I think he meant for that one to sting a little.
Friday, February 17, 2012
I started this post on Evan's 8th birthday back on February 1st. I even went out and took a picture of this Daphne odora "Marginata." Thing is, I managed to misplace the camera. And what with this, that, and the other I've let half the month slip by before sitting down to try again. I've given up on finding the camera (although, it better be around somewhere, because I just got it for Christmas!) I looked through the last few year's worth of pictures to find one of Daphne in bloom. This is a photo from last year. When the first anniversary of Evan's death came, we hadn't planned anything. No gathering of friends and family, no balloons. We ended up purchasing a small Daphne to plant in rememberance of Evan. One reason I chose a Daphne is because it's one of the few plants that blooms around the time of Evan's birthday. If you haven't experienced the scent of the Daphne odora, it has a lovely citrusy fragrance. Around Evan's second birthday I noticed the scent wafting through the breeze. I eagerly ran down to take a whiff. I beckoned to my son. "Come on Evan! Come smell this flower!" The look on his face was priceless! He looked at me like I was crazy. He wasn't sure that I knew what I was talking about, and he didn't want to go traipsing through the fallen leaves to be tricked. But he did come, after a little convincing. He knelt down and sniffed. He looked surprised! He smiled. His eyes sparkled. "Do you like it?" I asked. He nodded and bent down for another whiff, and then we were on our way.