Today Jonah was a little lover, if a bit screechy and semi-hysterical. I guess the usual. Only one small glasses-snatching hair-pulling incident, but Andy pulled over and got him off me. “Daddy in backseat?” asks Jonah incessantly, but neither my mom nor I can drive Andy’s stick-shift car so Jonah’s gotta choose between grandma or momma to have in the backseat with him. “Momma in backseat?” he decides in the form of a question.
He requested “Noogie?” right away. I guess that’s how you spell it – when you rub your fist into someone’s head. He loves playing knock knock knock on his head too, and though it had fallen out of fashion, his new gimme-the-pound (where you bump your fists together) has brought back the memory of his sensory-input fiesta.
Speaking of Fiestas, it is Cinco de mayo. “Say cinco de mayo,” I told Jonah.
“Cinco tomorrow,” he answered with his big grin, shaking the maracas I’d brought him. The pictures tell the story, a good one today, thank God:
(Watchdog Wally’s holding the maraca)
He’s shaking the maracas so fast that the one is blurry…
My big Boo, watching his beloved water…
The Never Normal 