Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day, so Aidan and I sat outside on the lawn a while. I have to watch Aidan like a hawk because it's not enough to pick up things and feel them in his hands-- he has to taste what he picks up, too. Food, food dropped on the floor, grass, rocks, dirt... he is determined to use all five senses to explore his world. Can you imagine what that must be like, to experience things for the first time with five senses you're just getting a handle on?
Soon, we were joined by one of the neighborhood boys, Angelo. Angelo is 5 years old. We've known him since he was two. He used to run around in his footed pajamas and come over to see if Paul could come out and play. Angelo and his brother, Michael, would "play" with Paul by "helping" him mow the lawn or pull weeds. This was before Aidan was born and I can remember watching how patiently Paul would answer the boys' questions. It was a good indication of what a great dad he would be.
Angelo likes to ask a lot of questions. He almost speaks in a stream of consciousness kind of way:
How old is Aidan? 13 months? How old is that? A year? Aidan is a funny name-- why did you name him Aidan? Uh-uh, my name isn't funny. How come he likes rocks? Eww! Laurel he put a rock in his mouth! Why did he do that!?!? All babies do that? I didn't do that. I wasn't that small. Everyone isn't a baby. How do you know I was a baby? You didn't know me that long ago. I'm going to lie down on the grass. It tickles! I haven't been in your house in a long time. Can I come in? How come? Chores? What's that? I'm going to try sitting in Aidan's carseat. No? Why not? Okaaay. Bye.
Whew.
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