Our third child, John Paul was named in honor of the late pope, John Paul II. His namesake was unique as is our "John Paulie". He arrived in the world a bit early - breaking the water with his foot about five weeks early and he's been keeping us on his toes ever since.
Of late, John Paulie (his self proclaimed moniker) has been on quite a tear of imagination, dialogue and growth. We're fascinated with two things this week: birds and being a big kid. See both videos... first a seagull at Sandy Hook on Sunday (he's in the white t shirt with the flailing arms) and this evening a world premiere bird shadow puppet showing for mom.
Now with regard to the "big kid" thing... it doesn't help that big brother Joe keeps taunting that John Paul is a baby. But the wheels are turning. This morning he made his bed on his own and he visited dad down in his home office. They had a great conversation with about what it will mean to be a big kid.
Mark sent me the transcript via email and I reproduce it here for your reading pleasure:
"Just a couple seconds ago, he comes down to my office, and says, 'Dad, I wish I was a big kid, so I could do big-kid-stuff.'
And I responded, 'like what?'
John Paul said, 'like make my bed, clean the windows, using a computer, using your blue sticky-tape, sitting on the couch, and going to New Jersey, because that's what big kids do. And pirates have swords to cut stuff, like you have a chainsaw.."
Evenutally we'll have to explain that we don't need to go to New Jersey, because we live here. But I'm looking for suggestions on the sword/chainsaw issue....