The M&M Story

Within the last few days, M. has been requesting that we sing the alphabet song. The other day, he arranged the refrigerator letters in a big mass and sat on his "M." stool to look at them. He then asked me, "[unintelligible] 'ong?" After repeating himself several times and pointing at the letters and doing a Stevie Wonder impression with his head, he made it clear to me that he wanted to sing the alphabet song. So we sat and looked at the letters and sang the song. We've sung it many times over the last few days, and he gets about every fourth letter. Except for "elmen opee"--he gets all of those. So that's the first song he's sung. And then last night, He and B. were at Nana's house while Susan and I went out to dinner. Nana asked him if he wanted to sing "Jesus loves me" to B., and M. started in all by himself! He got almost of the words singing all alone (according to Nana). We've sung it to him many times,...

M. has always called his Tiger--and all tigers--"Dido." Yesterday he made the transition to "Tiger." We thought that when this transition came there might be a nominal distinction between "Dido" his pal, and "Tiger" the growly, prowly orange real-live animal. But there is no distinction. "Dido" is now "Tiger." I guess parenthood is an endless series of these inspiring but sad moments.

B. Originally uploaded by Maynor . At a day or two old, way back in April.

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