Wilson sees the world in a very unique way. Maybe most three year olds see the world differently than adults, but Wilson is very serious about making us aware of how he sees the world. Thus, I have decided to include some of Wilson's best observations this month:
The most loved and hated "toy" in our house is a dancing, singing, hamster dressed up in full Marine dress-blues. You push his little foot and the hamster moves his sword up and down, dances, and sings "From the Halls of Montezuma" - the Marine Corps Hymn. Said Hamster has a habit of singing (loudly) early on Saturday mornings. As a Marine, and susequently a father, Dad (aka Poppy) believed in singing his three children lullabies. Just our lullabies were "From the Halls of Montezuma" and "The Battle of New Orleans". To continue the tradition of our proud military lullabies, the Marine Hamster was purchased and given to Wilson. Wilson loves this Hamster. He could be the only three year old not living in a military family who can sing the Marine Hymn. At any rate, we were talking - my three year old and I - about Wilson's beloved Marine Corps Hamster. He said "Poppy give me this Hamster?" "Yes, Poppy gave you the Hamster. That Hamster is a Marine, just like Poppy." Wilson's eyes got huge. If you can imagine what a Pekinese dog's eyes look like - put those eyes on Wilson's head. He looked at his hamster and leaned in close to me. He said, "Poppy was a Hamster?!"
Mom, Mimi, and Grandpa came to visit Fort Worth on their way from Weslaco to Missouri. They stayed over at a hotel with an elevator in it. Wilson and I went over to the hotel to pick them up and I told Wilson we needed to get into the elevator. You would have thought I was trying to abduct him the way he threw a fit and screamed on the floor. I was not about to walk up the stairs to the fourth floor (I'm that lazy), so I drug him in to the elevator. The whole ride up he clung to my leg and whimpered. We got out and he said "I'm not riding in any more alligators today!" Elevator, Alligator. Sounds the same to Wilson.
There is a battle brewing between son-in-law, grandson, and mother-in-law. Chris purchased yellow, square sponges to clean dishes with last summer. Mom, who can smell mold in a five mile radius, visited last June and said she could "smell the mold". Someone trashed the sponges (not sure who) by her next visit in July. Mom replaced nasty sponges with nice scrubbing brushes (apparently mold is choosey about what it grows on). None of this is the real problem. This weekend the storm began to brew when we washed the car as a family. Wilson always "helps" Chris wash the car. Wilson kept fishing around in the bucket of soap saying "Where's Spongebob?" I didn't pay much attention, but Chris later explained to me that Wilson thinks those little yellow sponges are Spongebob Squarepants (boy, if we had known that before Christmas, we could have made Wilson really happy for very little money!) and he uses Spongebob to help Chris wash the car. Chris told Wilson "I can't find any sponges, Honey threw them away." This transpired at 1:15 p.m. on Saturday. At 9:30 p.m. I was drying Wilson off after his bath. Very seriously he said "I need to call Honey." I dialed the phone and handed it to Wilson. He was holding the phone and looking very serious when I heard Mom say "Hello?" Wilson had only one thing to say to Honey - "Honey, you throw my Spongebob Squarepants away?!" Apparently Wilson had been silently stewing over the disposal of a moldy sponge for about 8 hours.
This event actually happened in January: Our niece, Adison, was born in St. Louis and Christy's sister, Sheri, sent us digital photos of Adison with all of our family so we could see her. Wilson was really excited to see Adison, but I was worried about Wilson and how he would react to seeing his "brother" Nathan, Christy, or even Honey and Poppy, holding a baby when he's used to being the only grandchild. To our delight Wilson didn't care. He was fine with Honey holding Adison, Poppy holding Adison, Nathan and Christy holding Adison. He was fine with all of the pictures and he loved seeing Adison. Everything was good - until he saw a photo of Sheri and Adison. He jumped out of my lap and said "But that's MY Sheri!" Wilson loves Sheri and he can't seem to get it through his mind that Sheri is Adison's aunt. He is not willing to "share" his Sheri.