Sebastian is at the center of most of my amusement. He says the funniest things and has the most interesting insights. He really changes the way I look at the world. I can remember when he was about a year and a half laying in the grass with him in our new back yard. We are both looking up at the sky and I turned to him and say, "That sky sure is big, huh Monkey?" He continued to look up in amazement at it all and says, "No Mommy, 'is' blue." We were both right, of course, but he was seeing through his own eyes and that was a pretty defining and special moment for me.
Last night, we were all eating dinner and talking once again about what animals liked to eat (mice eat cheese, dogs eat dog bones, horses like apples, etc. . .). I take the opportunity to explain to him that his baby brother will not eat food at all. He will only drink milk and maybe water sometimes. Sebastian processed this and then put his head inside his tiny hands and started to cry. When I asked him why he had his sad face on he commented that he wanted the baby to be eat and that the baby could have some of his food. It was tender. I then explained to him that the baby wont know HOW to eat. Well, this only seemed to deepen the sadness for him. He told me HE will teach the baby how to eat. He then began to name all his favorite foods, "bock bock (i.e. chicken), broccoli,noodles, etc. . . "Dis, Mommy is what I will teach baby to eat." "Dis is mine good plan."
Now if only I can convince him that my plan is not to starve the baby and that when I leave the room he won't have to feed the baby his dinner or save scraps of food to sneak to him when Mommy and Daddy aren't looking.
