Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Lizard {Not-so-wordy Wednesday}

Right now, I can hear Quinn on the baby monitor telling his Lovey Dog a story about the two of them driving a dump truck as he tries not to fall asleep. I hear Hubs hammering away in the garage as he assembles the nightstand for Q’s new Big Boy Bedroom. I’m surrounded by boy-ness, and that’s not likely to change. But these sounds bring a smile to my face and my heart. This Boy Mom stuff is pretty fun.

It’s already shaping up to be a fun summer with Q, my two-year-old who is all boy. We run and get dirty and jump off of things and swim and play in the sand. We fall and skin our knees and cover our wounds in kisses and Lightning McQueen Band-Aids. We examine bugs of all kinds (and levels of creepiness), and Q squats low behind them to get a closer look, being careful not to touch or squish.

Chasing lizards in the back yard might be Q’s new favorite thing. He lights up whenever he spots one sunning itself on a rock in our fire pit or scurrying across the fence. The lizards are quicker than Q is, though, and they dive into hiding when they see him coming. But Q has a surprising amount of patience for a toddler (but only when it comes to lizard stalking), and he’ll try hard to wait them out.

Now if only he could wait quietly, he just might have a chance of catching one.