Can you believe this girl? So happy to be sitting upright!
A day in the life of Matty and Sarah: Art class on Capitol Hill, art and gelato at the National Gallery of Art
Conversation with Matty today as we walked outside:
Matty: I see someone was a litterbug there.
Me: Oh, I see that too. That’s not very good is it?
Matty: I wonder what kind of bug we’ll be then. (Long pause). Maybe, throw trash in the trash can bugs?
Matty: “Who made me?”
Me: Thinking…
Matty: “Who made me? Who made you? Who made Sarah? Who made Dada?”
Me: “Well, that’s a good question.” Pause. “God made us.” And before I can try to say more,
Matty: “No, I don’t think so.”
Me: “Oh, who do you think made us?”
Matty: “Mr. Rockwell. He’s a painter right? I think he painted us. But I think God made us.”
Me: “Hmmmm, good one. I think you’re right.”
We may have to change the subtitle of this blog to “Tidbits from my days with Matty…and Sarah!” Sarah Abigail raced into this world on September 27, 2012 at 11:57 pm. She is beautiful, joyful, and utterly spectacular.
“Do you know what word I love with all my heart? I love the word caution with all my heart.”
“That bench takes my breath away. It’s so big.”
As I’m holding him with one hand and reaching for a piece of TP with the other hand, he says, “I wish you had octopus hands, because they could hold me on here better than mama and dada hands can.”
1/22/12
I’m back after a long hiatus. Matty is now 3 years old, and today I learned that he doesn’t know what a gun is. And that is unusual, because he knows a lot of things. He saw a cartoon-type drawing in the New York Times depicting Samuel L. Jackson’s character in The Avengers holding a very large gun. He asked me what the man was holding, and when I hesitated, he proceeded to answer his own question. “It’s a musical instrument. I think maybe it’s a trombone.” I did not have the heart to correct him.
Matty likes to choose a stuffed animal to bring with him when we go in the car. Today he chose one of his lions. When we arrived at our destination I opened the back door to get Matty out of his car seat. He greeted me with this question and answer, “Mama, do you you know who’s back here? It’s Lion and your old friend Angelico Bear.”
Today at naptime Matty asked me to sing my song for him. I made it up and last sang the song a month or so ago, so I had to struggle to remember. It goes something like this, “I once loved a little boy. His name was Matty. And I loved him.” I couldn’t remember what came next, but Matty of course helped me out. “Say the names you call me, Mama.” Oh yes, that was the next part. “I called him Angelico Bear. I called him Matty Bebopper. I called him Love Love Bear. And sometimes I called him McGee.”

