There is something about the way Josh talks that just makes me (and other mothers too) just want to squeeze his cheeks. He always has a sing song happiness to his tone, and even the way he chooses to phrase his words is just sweeter than honey. If I am out and I call home and Josh answers the phone, I could just dissolve into water hearing his voice. I have to make a conscious effort to listen to what he is saying while fighting the urge to talk pooky mooky baby talk to him. He is that cute.
So when Josh says something adult, uses a phrase which is beyond his years, or even attempts to use some one else's deeper voice, I typically turn to Matt who can tell me which tv show Josh picked it up from. Josh remembers everything he hears on tv. The funniest thing is that he uses all this television inspired dialogue to talk himself through what ever happens to be difficult for him. Sometimes, I'll hear him saying things like "That's it, just a little bit longer...." , "You can do it, we have faith in you..." or my personal favorite "Just use the force." depending on what task he needs encouragement with. It makes him all the more adorable if you ask me.
This morning I had to dash out of the house to pick up Evan after getting a call from the school nurse. It wasn't serious, Evan had a stomach ache, but once I committed myself to retrieving Evan, I felt that I had to do it quickly. Despite my having parked the truck the other way around from the usual way I park it, and also despite that I made it a point to tell Josh I was parking the other way around so that he could get out on the not so icy side of the driveway when we pulled in from dropping his brothers off at school a mere hour earlier, Josh went his usual way (the now ice covered way) and naturally wiped out on the driveway. His palms were scraped and black, his knees were scraped up too. He was crying a most soft and pathetic kind of injured baby bird cry. My heart was in throat. I got him into the truck, belted him in, and half way calmed down before jumping into the driver's seat and heading out to pick up Evan. During our three minute drive to Evan's school Josh's soft post crying noises began to subside. Then he was silent. I looked into the rear view mirror to see if maybe he was holding his breath only to see him, head back, eyes closed with an expression of deep concentration on his face. Just when I was about to ask him if he was o.k. he said to himself, in a very robotic and power ranger kind of way MUST-RELIEVE-PAIN.
I think this is one of the most wonderful things I have ever heard. If we ALL knew what to say to ourselves to get through tough situations then, wow, wouldn't it be great!? Saying to myself now, "Must-remember-this."
Posted by: Wildmom | January 31, 2007 at 04:33 PM