I've had these photos for awhile, but have been somewhat reluctant to post them because, well, it feels like bragging. And I was raised in a culture where that is not really something you are supposed to do. Also, parental bragging is annoying. "Look what my kid can do! See how smart my kid is!" just rubs everyone the wrong way. Even worse, I am told, is the reverse brag, where you say something like, "Its annoying how much he loves to skate! He's always bugging me to go to the rink, and then when we are there I can't keep up with him. And he's only four. Gosh, its SUCH a drag. I guess I'm headed for a long life of sitting in cold rinks watching him win hockey games. Sigh. NHL here we come. *rueful laugh*"
I've tried to think about how I feel when I hear or read other mom's bragging. I never feel bad when I read Soulemama, though I hear some people do. I have to say that only once did I read about something great that someone else's kid did that it made me feel bad, and I have to admit that it was jealousy. I was straight up jealous of how awesome that other person's kid was, and could see that my child was not doing that amazing thing and felt that it was definitely because I was a bad parent who had neglected to instill my child with worthy values. And so I felt annoyed for a minute at that other mom's 'bragging'. But I took a deep breath and thought about it for a minute and I've got enough self-awareness though to see that this is my problem, not theirs. Her kid really did accomplish something great, and there is no reason why she should not share it so that the rest of us won't feel bad about our kids who are perhaps not as motivated or self-disciplined as hers is. (and none of this is to hate on that parent or child, or blog for that matter, which is beautiful, and which I read often. And has not ever made me feel bad again.)
For another perspective on parental bragging, which is the dreaded parental over share I went to the amazing blog STFU Parents. I started reading and when next I looked up and it was AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER! This blog is absolutely mesmerizing. Horrifying and compelling and hilarious. So much bad behaviour and craziness out there. Anyhow, here is a great post with a classic example of over the top parental bragging. Though again I must be honest and say that, par of the appeal of this blog (for me) is definitely the "I'm not crazy, its those people over there who are crazy!" thing. You know, like watching Dr. Phil. Because I just may have a 'mommyblog' wherein I talk about my children a lot, but I can guarantee you that I will NEVER take a picture of my child's POOP and post it on the internet. Never. (by the way, only click out that link if you are prepared to see a picture of actual human feces. People are nuts)
aaaaaanyways, my point was that I was going to brag about my kid. The two of them were playing chiropractor the other day (yeah, I see a chiropractor regularly for my bad neck/back/shoulders and the boys accompany me on my appointments) which involves the Little Guy setting up an examination table (bench plus pillows) laying his dolls and teddy bears on it face down and giving them a gentle adjustment. Very cute. Anyhow, the Little Dude got in on it the other day by registering the waiting patients on a list that he wrote himself. I did need some translation help from him, but am assured that the list reads as follows:
"Monkey, Baby Nolan, Crab, Bunny, Teddy Bear, Floppy Dog" (just so you know, Baby Nolin is a doll, named after a real baby we know. Which I love)
Now this warms my heart because, well, because I'm his mom and its just exciting to see him learning and using what he has learned. I have many friends with precocious little girls who have shared the adorable/hilarious/prolific notes, letters and stories that their little one's have written, and there is not much of this going on in our house. This is one of the first times that L.D. has written something on his own, because he wanted to, that was not his name. So it really did make me feel very proud.
Also, "Tadebar" makes me laugh. Totally how I would have spelled it as a little kid.
This is a little screen-printed teddy bear that Hubs made for the boys awhile back. It is a favourite of the Little Guy. But I love how the Little Dude decided to draw it, and what great attention he paid to all the details. Aside from the belly button being a bit high, he really nailed the features. I'm really not a very good drawer myself (it is my biggest deficit as an artist, and really bums me out sometimes) but I am told that the most important skill that you have to acquire before you can be a good drawer is that of being a good see-er. You've got to really look, and not just assume that you know how something should go.
And BOY did he ever look. I love watching him as he draws. I love how he looks from his subject to the paper and back again over and over. I love the concentration. I love how thorough he is. Its one of my favourite things.
The Little Guy is not much of a drawer yet. Though he love, loves, LOVES to cut. "Snippin" as he calls it. He is never happier than when he has a snubby nosed little pair of scissors and a big stack of scrap paper. The room is always a mess afterwards, but it keeps him happy for aaaages.
Ok, thanks for putting up with my parental bragging. And the long, rambling equivocating that preceeded it. And let me add that while he is a very good drawer (and his writing shows promise) he is unco-operative at dinner time, fights with his brother over toys (which is why you see two pairs of scissors in the above photo and they still fight over the blue ones) and can't skate a lick. There. Just so you don't have to feel bad.