Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Death and the toddler

"Sweetie, come sit on the bed. Mommy and Daddy need to talk to you."
Sam sits down obligingly.
"It's about Fish."
"Fish went to heaven."
"So tomorrow, he won't be in his bowl anymore."
So far this is going well.
"Daddy dump him out?"
Oh boy, a hard one. How to handle the idea of a body?
"Uhhh...he went to heaven."
Yeah, just skip over that pesky detail and focus on the positive. Bodily assumption could theoretically be possible, after all.
"He's with Jesus?"
"Yes, honey, he's with Jesus."
"He's happy?"
"Yes, very happy."
"He loves you?
"Yes, honey, he still loves you very much."
And we've moved on. Not sure how much of that actually sunk in. I suppose we'll find out tomorrow when he sees the empty bowl washed in the sink. Mark and I will be having our own funeral over the toilet later tonight.

Thursday, August 21, 2008


Conversation over yogurt this morning:

"Mommy feed you?"
"Sure, honey. Are you a baby?"
"Waah, waah!"
"Should I make it a plane?"
"Vroom! Vroom! Here comes the plane! What should it be next?"
"How about a helicopter?"
"Uh, ok...Thup, thup, thup, here it comes! What next?"
"Make it a boy!"
"What? A boy?" Where does he come up with this? "What does a boy say?"
Big grin...
"Boy says, 'Hi! My name is Sam! Hi! My name is Sam!'"
I laugh. "Ok, here comes the boy! Hi, my name is Sam!"
The boy is eaten.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

New baby

I should probably mention on here, since I've told pretty much everyone in person, that we're having a new baby in late Jan/early Feb. We've already told Sam, and he has a few questions.

"Baby will nurse?"
"Yes, honey, the baby will nurse, and you can help teach the baby." (It's so awkward avoiding pronouns all the time).
"Baby will come with us to the park?"
"Well, the baby lives in mommy's tummy right now, so the baby will go everywhere we go."
"Baby will come out and play with you?"
"Yes, the baby will play with you when they're older, but when they're really little they'll just sleep and nurse."
"Baby loves you?"
"I'm sure the baby loves you, honey."


Sam LOVES the Olympics. This afternoon was pretty rainy and low key, so we turned on CBC and watched a few of the competitions. First was diving.
"What they doing?"
"Diving! Do you see the splash? People cheer when they're done."
"CHEEEER!" He yells every time a diver leaves the springboard. Later, he lies on his bed and tells me he's floating in the pool.
His favorite, though, was the trampoline event. After watching a few, he starts bouncing and somersaulting all over the bed, then stands up with his arms in the air and says "Yaaay! I'm in Olympics!" I bet you will be some day.