My four-year-old son's favorite word is "eyeball." It finds its way into every conversation: "What should we have for breakfast?" "Cereal and eyeballs!" "Old McDonald had an eyeball . . . ." "Knock, knock." "Who's there?" "Eyeball!" (sigh) "Eyeball, who?"Yet today I overheard a few things which gave me hope we're nearing the end of the eyeball stage. We had a new male nurse for Bryce. Grayson went to visit and asked the nurse, "Why did you call my mom ma'am? Her name is Darla." Also "My dad's name is Tom and my mom adores him!" Two minutes without an eyeball word. I need to capture a few utterances, though, before it leaves him forever. I asked Tom for a small digital recorder for Mother's Day so I can hold onto the sound of Grayson at four years, nine months because, honestly, I'll miss him.
4 comments:
Grayson's too cute. When he was our house last time, he also loved the word "curious" and tied that into many of the sentences he spoke. Aren't they funny at this age? Funny....and exhausting!
Hi Darla! Just wanted to remind you what an AWESOME friend you are, and always have been! That Grayson...too funny! That is such a fun age!!! My sister in law records her kids too, and it is really nice to have later on!!
Love,
Lisa
Grayson cracks me up! Love the eyeball thing. Gotta remember these times...they grow up too fast.
Darla, I just found your blog. It is so cute. Grayson is adorable! I can't believe he's grown up so much. I saw Carly on tv at conference. Hope you all are well.
Tristan
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