A Little Who
"A person's a person, no matter how small." -from Horton Hears a Who, by Dr. Seuss
And, in case you didn't figure it out from the title or quote, here's a quick Liam update. He had his 15 month check-up the other day and I am happy to say he is finally weighing in at average.....
...For a NINE month old. At just above 19 pounds (and still facing backwards in the car...we're confident he will be turned around before he hits puberty) he is still very much on the scale of the Whos down in Who-ville. We are not alarmed of course (Grandma!)...mainly because the doctor thinks he looks perfect and he is still the reigning title holder of the happiest kid on the planet; especially when he sees a school bus! Holy Moly! I wish I were that happy to see Aidan's school bus every afternoon! He is so excited when we see the school bus come around the corner he practically flies out of my arms waving so vigorously. (The only thing that has made him giggle harder recently was when he sneezed the other day, it caught him by surprise and he could hardly stop laughing....Thank goodness for diapers as I'm certain he peed himself.)
Even the bus driver pulled over a second time yesterday to ask if Liam was always so smiley and happy and then told me that Liam is the highlight of his day. And that solidified it, for surely if the bus driver is that thrilled at the happiness of a baby, he must be the happiest baby in the world (because you know, a bus driver has all sorts of other daily highlights....noisy kids, boogers stuck on windows, bad drivers, traffic lights, parents sending their kid on the bus with a snare drum, vomit....)
We are also unalarmed that he is still only crawling and not even considering the freedom that could be his with walking. Again, we're fairly certain he will be able to walk come Kindergarten, especially if it means he gets to take the bus.
So, last night, Madeline wanted me to tell her a story, a ritual that has become part of the bedtime routine. I wasn't feeling up to being creative so I asked if she would tell the story. Lily came over and put her head in my lap and started breathing similarly to how she sleeps, a little heavier and loud.
Madeline started, "Once upon a time......." she paused, a look of agitation smeared across her face, and then screamed, "STOP BREATHING LILY!"
I stifled my laughter and told her Lily had to breathe in order to live and please continue.
Madeline continued, "Once upon a time there was a girl named Julia and she had a sister and brother and.....LILY!!! STOOOOOOP BREATHING!"
She also asked me today if we could give away Aidan. Note to self: recheck the box of items going into the garage sale....
And here we are, the end of this post. The last lines from Horton Hears a Who pretty much sums up being mother hen to four siblings:
"From sun in the summer. From rain when it's fall-ish, I'm going to protect them. No matter how small-ish!"