he does so much more than i could ever imagine a two and a half year old (he will officially be two in a half years old in 4 days!) could do. he learns so much from his big sister. she teaches him everything that she knows to do. some good, some not so good. he just seems so grown-up lately. not like my baby boy. 'my baby boy,' that is what i call him. every single night and a few times a day, i ask him, "who are you? you're mommy's what?" he'll look at me, smile shyly, pull up both of his shoulders, tuck the right corner of his chin down into his chest and say, "mommy's baby boyyyyyy!!!!" he sings it. makes me happy. it's precious and it fills me up like nothing else can.
i could go on and on about how special beckham is to us. i could talk for ten pages full all the little things beckham does and says...his little nuances and habits and things that make up beckham darwish, but i won't. not today. right now peyton wants to have a pretend wedding with me and beckham is the 'daddy!' peyton has it all worked out! so i have to hurry to get this post done.
one of the many things that beckham likes to do: cook!
one day while peyton was at school, beckham wanted to make cupcakes.
"cupcakes, mommy! i want to make cupcakes! Pleeeeze?!"
i told him we didn't have cake mix, but since he wouldn't take no for an answer, i got up to 'look' for the mix i KNEW we didn't have, to prove we didn't have it. however, sure enough i found a lone box at the back of my pantry closet also known as the black hole in my kitchen.
while we waited for the cupcakes to cook...beckham tried his hand at some painting!!!!
after that...those darn cupcakes still weren't finished filling the heart-shaped silicone cups with fluffy goodness, so we did a little dancing to lady gaga's poker face. check out his signature move on the last picture. he does that move, accompanied with, "rock-n-roll!" usually holding his sister's hannah montana guitar. pictures of all that to come later.
finally, beckham frosted his sweet confection. painstakingly placing a colored sprinkle one-by-one onto the frosted cupcake. cracked me up.
last night, while rocking him to sleep he said, "sing me my song mama!"
we have a few diiferent ones in regular rotation, so i just started singing the one i made up for him after he was born. the baby boy song.
"no, not that one."
i moved on to Here Comes the Sun...this had to be it. we played it the night he was born in the hospital. i rocked him at 3 am, in my hospital chair, the room was dark and light from the bright hosptial hallway was shining through the cracked door, singing him this song. hearing it takes me back to that night every time.
"no, that one one mama. my song."
so tried one more, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
to my amazement...he started to sing with me. not just the tune, but the words. he wasn't mumbling the words...he was singing the words with conviction. with purpose.
i clapped and when i did, he again, did his shoulder/chin/proud & shy smile thing. he was so proud of himself. we did it again and again. i know he should have been sleeping by then, but hey, how often does your little one learn the words to a song.
one day soon, we won't even want to sing this song anymore. i know all the big kid independence, i'm too cool for my mom stuff will be here soon enough. for now...i'll bask in the mutual adoration we have one another. the bond we share as mommy and baby boy, the way he seems that he simply can not get enough of me. i'll take it as long as i can get it. i hope writing all of it down in my little digital diary keeps me from forgetting it one day.
i love you baby boy.
mommy's baby boy forever.