A wild reading of Dr. Seuss gives way to even wilder antics
Friday, November 6, 2009 at 4:04AM ;)
Here is Kalib, the night before I got sick, before his mom fell and hurt herself in a minor but painful way, practicing his WWE professional wrestling moves upon his dad. Yet, this photo session did not begin in so wild a fashion.
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Well, verbally the beginning was pretty wild, for it took place here, with dad reading Dr. Seuss to little Kalib. It was a real tongue-twister, and for awhile Kalib was quite absorbed.
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Kalib decided that he wanted to take a more active role in the story.
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Now he uses his dad for a diving platform.
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Off he dives!
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The dive turns into a full-fledged somersault!
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Whew!
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Oops! Mom is out of the shower. Time for the acrobatics to end; time for a tiny boy - who was a baby such a short time ago - to go to bed.
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Kalib gets a kiss from his mom.
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He has a bedtime snack. As he lay there, a CD of children's music softly played and one of the songs was Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. It reminded me of a dream that I had, back when Jacob was a teenager. In the dream, he was a small, small, boy - a little older than Kalib is right now, but not much.
The dream was accompanied by a song sung to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, but the words were different, though precisely what they were I cannot remember now, although I believe that I wrote them in my journal. They were something like, "where is Jacob, where is Fred?" Jacob's middle name is "Frederick."
In the dream, Jacob was dressed in the same kind of PJ's that Kalib wears here. He stood on the floor, a slightly grumpy look on his face, and he reached out and upward.
I awoke, devasted, feeling a sense of terrible loss, because that tiny boy that I had seen in my dream no longer existed and I could not ever spend even a single second with him again. I hadn't been with him enough when he had been that age. Always on the go. But even if one is a 100 percent, stay-at-home, parent, it is impossible to ever spend enough time with your young children. I wondered about the God who made life this way, to bestow treasures upon us but to impose severe limits on the time that we are allowed to hold on to them.
And yet, here he is, that little boy, in front of me all over again. Now I see that it all just keeps recycling itself.
I still wonder, though. Kalib won't be little long. Yet, another little person will soon come along. And soon I will be old and dead and gone. But damn, I am enjoying this little boy right now!
I had meant to come back and photograph Kalib after he had fallen asleep and the sippy cup had been taken away, but I got distracted.
Reader Comments (10)
I love your musings. They bring me joy every day.
Your dream about little boy lost brought tears to my eyes.
He is so adorable! And his parents, you can see the love there. Such a great post!
Thanks again for a minute of wonder.
Hi Bill! I came over from Pioneer Woman. I saw your comment there and decided to leave you a comment here where you'll be more likely to see it. If you want to find out what Ree was talking abut on her post, just click the link at the very end of her post. Just click on the word Ethel and you will hear an audio clip of Ree doing her Ethel Merman impersonation. Hope this helps.
Nice blog, by the way.
I glad you caught that action of Kalib's wrestling pose.
Hi Bill,
You reminded me of all the dreams I've had for the last few months. The wonder of Little Calvin or maybe as you said a Calvinarya...how I would shower them with all my love...Oh! What a feeling!
ManxMamma: Thanks! Such a statement brings me joy.
Debby: Yes, and from your new post I see that you feel the same kind of thing.
Mikey: Thank you.
Grandma Nancy: You are welcome.
Ann: I clicked Ethel and I saw. Thanks. Hope you come back, sometimes.
Kavitha: Yes, and I'm glad you're glad. Always good to see you here.
Sandy: Whenever little Calvin or Calvinarya shows up, the half-a-world that usually separates us must somehow close for a time, so that I can photograph the three of you - mom, dad and the little mischief-maker, together, and catch all that love.
And how about that, two cousins from Bangalore, dropping comments one right after the other.
As I mentioned on Debby's post, which was itself a response to your post, I believe there should be a Law that parents of adult children can have their child(ren) back at toddler age for 24 hours, once every year. It should be a law, I say! And the second law should be that when your children leave home they must reside within a 150 mile radius. Sigh!!!
>>I wondered about the God who made life this way, to bestow treasures upon us but to impose severe limits on the time that we are allowed to hold on to them. <<
It leaves me in thoughts so deep.