When I die, and I come back, I want to live like he does.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
kids and/or depression
I was reminising today, feeling a little down, anxious for warm air and sunshine, restless and feeling old. So, what do I do? I torture myself further by looking at old photos of the boys when they were little....ten minutes ago.
This is one of hundreds of creations by S1. I think he is about 3 1/2 here. He was EXACTING about where each block had to go. There was a reason for each placement and if we offered to come "help" he would grit his teeth and tell us "NO! I DO IT!" He is still that way.
He used to use all 250 blocks to build cities, he would work for hours and hours. We thought it was normal. Since he was our first, we had no other child to compare to. Then S2 was born. Wow. He came blasting to life at birth and hasn't slowed down since. I would bet my last dollar that he leveled this structure right after I took this picture. He recently told me that he was always so jealous of S1 and his amazing focus and ability to create immense cities out of blocks and matchbox cars.
They have decided to rent an apartment together next year. God help us all.