The Amazing Ian Jacob

The three of us woke up at 10am today. As in an hour after 9am and a full three hours after when we normally get up on “school days”. Ian had gone to bed the night before at 11pm so it kind of makes sense that he slept 11 hours. And Rich and I didn’t go to bed until almost 2 so we got a healthy 8 hours of sleep.

But yeah, we’re all supposed to be somewhere Monday morning at 8am. I wondered if we should try skipping Ian’s nap today so that he would try to go to sleep earlier. But as Rich said, we would either have a cranky boy Monday morning or a cranky boy Sunday afternoon.

Magically, though, Ian and I decided to mow the lawn this afternoon and he fell asleep in the backpack on me as we rode around the yard for 45 minutes. That Briggs and Stratton induced nap was just the perfect amount to get him through the rest of the day but not have him up all night.

We had bubbles at 7:30, Mama Milk at 8 and he was asleep by 8:30. There was a brief bit of crying when the phone rang but he’s back down for the count and I’m hoping Monday morning goes well for us all.

Allow me to indulge myself as I boast about how I have the most clever little boy in the world. We went to Chick-fil-a for dinner and Ian wanted to play in the playground. He wasn’t able to make it up the steps by himself so I had to squeeze myself into the equipment to hoist him up each step. It was no easy task and I was getting a little claustrophobic.

But he was so excited about the slide, I hated to tell him no. So after I helped him up twice, he figured out how to climb the steps himself. If he went over to the edge versus the middle, he could get his hands on the far side and help pull himself up. So suddenly I could just sit on the bench, drinking my iced tea and he was able to go up and down the slide a million times on his own.

It pleased me to no end to see how well he could communicate and how I could help him without even seeing him by tapping on parts of the equipment to direct him towards the slide (it’s a rabbit warren up there, trust me). This part? This talking and problem solving and finding joy in accomplishing things? This part is the Terrific Twos.

Uncle Lee asked Daddy yesterday if we had gotten Ian “cheese cutters” yet. At first I thought, “the kid just learned how to use a fork, let’s not expect him to work in the kitchen yet!” but then realized they were talking about skates.

Ian is fascinated with hockey. That should come as no surprise. I’m typing this right now as a random hockey game in playing on the TV. (Toronto @ Dallas. Tied 2-2 so I should care more about the last two minutes of the game.) We have our own goal and sticks and pucks that are permanent parts of the living room decor. But I hadn’t really thought about him actually playing the game versus just swatting a puck around under the sofa.

Ian and Uncle Lee played quite a bit of hockey on the back porch after Thanksgiving dinner and I’m not sure who was smiling more. Every time he scored a goal (knocking the tennis ball through the propped open screen door) Ian would yell GOAL! and wave his stick in the air. The stick he’s now using is a Philadelphia Flyers stick that belonged to both Daddy and Uncle Lee when they were little.

So maybe he will be ready to try out the ice soon. But he’s certainly learning a family tradition and having fun.

Daddy saw this as we came to pick up Ian yesterday afternoon yesterday and said, “well awesome.”

I would have paid Ian’s teachers $100 to write Daddy up there instead of Mommy, but what’s done is done. Ian is slowly but surely moving into the Daddy Appreciation Club but he is still very much the President, Vice President, Treasurer and Secretary of the Mommy Fan Club. And it’s hard because sometimes Ian can be very frustrating to communicate with and Daddy isn’t getting those ‘yay!” moments to outweigh the “boo!” moments.

But just today while we were stopping for gas on our trek to Richmond, Ian turned to me and said, “Mommy?”

“Yes, Ian.”
“I want Daddy!”
“Daddy is right outside the car. Do you want him to come back so you can see him?”
“Yeah!”

So we’re getting there. And at least he wasn’t shown up on the thankful list by toy trucks or Mickey Mouse.

Ms. Kim is here tonight and it pleases me so much to see Ian’s enthusiasm for hanging out with her and vice versa. I look forward to one day having a similar relationship with some offspring of hers but for now, this is pretty awesome.

My son is a pretty good thumb wrestler thanks to her.