Does anyone remember how when we were little sometimes time would just seem to drag? Really, really slowly. Like I couldn't wait to be a certain age so I could do such and such, or I couldn't wait for school to end so summer would be here, or I couldn't wait for summer to end so I could start a new grade in school. Yes, I was one of those.
I swear if DH and I had met in grade school we would have hated each other. Good thing the fates intervened and we didn't meet until college. It's amazing what art school will do to a person, eh?
Now, I find the opposite to be true. Time flies. Does anyone realize that June is practically over? Next weekend will be my six year anniversary. DH and I will have been married for six years. It'll be one of the only times that we'll actually go out by ourselvse and leave the little nut with my parents.
DH and I are well versed in the art of the picnic on the living room floor date. Sometimes, you just can't work in anything else.
But, seriously, time flies. Ever since I had my son, I feel like time is just slipping through my fingers, so quickly. Blink, and it's gone.
I remember having DS. I remember having him so vividly I could recount the whole labor in detail. Oddly, like all women, I have forgotten the pain. Funny how nature works...it seems like I had him yesterday.
And yet here we are, the middle of June and the boy's almost 3 and a half years old. He's smart, and funny, and lovey. And stubborn. He refuses to be potty trained with all the melodrama I used to use when my sister had done something to upset me. He is so me all over again. And yet my husband too. That's the joy of children. Watching how they are uniquely their own, but how they are also part of you.
And with that in mind, we come to our current chapter. And the flying of the time. And how DS is like me.
Right now, we have a little under three months left until A Pirate's Life for 3. I know this time will fly by. The summers always do, especially with DH working most weekends, and nana having just opened her pool. Oh yes, the summers fly by so quickly.
That time. It's an elusive fellow, savvy?
Which brings us to my other point. The similarities between DS and I.
Now, listen, I swear upon pain of death and losing all my POTC memorabilia that this was not part of my plan. The boy is allowed to like whatever he likes, without us interfering, for the most part. Hence his affinity for Spongebob, something that eventually grew on me.
Today we were doing our normal, play, Mama on DIS, play, watch some tv, play routine when DS busts out with this one:
"Mama, I watch Jack Sparrow!"
"Really?"
"YEAH!"
The boy wanted to watch Jack Sparrow. I think ever since we saw one of the films on tv that night, it's just stuck with him. He LOVES Jack Sparrow. And he LOVES pirates. So much so that "AR!" is part of his normal vocabulary. I sooooo need to teach him how to say savvy.
So in we put the first DVD, and settled down to watch Jack Sparrow. I was in heaven, the boy was happy, and we were bonding.
Bonding over what I themed my whole pre-trip report around.
Which if you can believe me, was never my intent. Like I said, we introduce the little nut to a variety of things, and what he likes, he likes.
And he LOVES Jack Sparrow.
So much so that scenes that did not include Jack I had to skip over.
Oh yes.
That's my boy.
And how the time flies as I watch him grow into a little pirate. Just like his mama.
When I read Sarilas' comment, I knew you would point out why he isn't the real Johnny. Hehehe. TK you are just too cute, that must be where you son gets it from.
