I’ve been spending some time in the attic the last little while, making myself acquainted with the surroundings, checking out and replacing insulation and moving some storage bins up there. We have a nifty pull ladder that comes down to climb up. Several times Hunter has watched me climb up it and begs if he can join me. One time I had left the ladder down I found him climbing up on his own because his curiosity was getting the best of him. He was dying to know what was going on up there. When we had our home energy audit I climbed up there so our auditor could point out some inefficiencies of our house. Hunter stood at the bottom in near tears because he couldn’t join me. He then says with a surprised voice, “Oh no!” I quickly turn and look as I’m climbing. With his most animated face he continues, “I need to tell you a secret.” I tell him to go ahead and start talking. He quickly tells me. “I can’t tell you right now. I have to tell you in your ear when you’re up there.” He was totally serious and he was convinced that the secret could only be told in the attic!
We had just finished snack time and Hunter wanted more to eat. I explained we had already had our snack and that he would need to wait until lunch time. “It’s not me that’s hungry, it’s the chicken inside of me, it needs food too.”
I was giving him a bath, using a cup to dump water on his hair so I could wash it. He kept moving his head and dodging the water because he didn’t want to get wet (while sitting in a tub of water) I continued to dump the water until his hair was saturated. I put the cup down to get shampoo. He quickly grabbed the cup, filled it with water and dumped it down the front of me. I was surprised and slightly angry. “What are you doing? Why did you do that?” He replies with a sheepish smile, “you dumped water on me.” I shot back, “You’re sitting in a bathtub, you’re supposed to be wet. I’m fully clothed and not supposed to be wet!” He sheepishly replies. “Oh, okay.”
We were at the urgent care for Bennett and Hunter was enjoying his time rolling around on the doctor’s chair. He was amused, like any kid would be, with the stirrups. He’d pull them out and push them in over and over again. He was role playing doctor and he was very imaginative and vocal. Towards the end he pushes the stirrups in, stands and exclaims. “Thank you, I’m Dr. Seuss.” Some day we’ll burst his little bubble that Dr. Seuss is far from a real doctor!