Since it’s Father’s Day again, it’s time for my annual post. I’m happy to report that our 3 year-old hero is doing fantastically well. This morning, he gave me a Fathers Day card that he decorated at school…it said “Thank for all that you do”, and his teacher told Sonnet that he actually said those words and asked that she write them in the card for me. Apparently no other kid in the class said anything like that.
Every morning, when I take him to school, part of our ritual is for him to show me the American flag upon entering his classroom.
To give you a stream of consciousness taste of living with this kid:
Elton John Muppet Show, making up his own tunes with the lyrics “boogie boogie boogie”, lots of swimming this summer (no longer afraid of water splashing on his face), wolfing down avocado, egg, cheese, and potato breakfast tacos, digging in the dirt, drinking watermelon juice, playing with his cousins, Curious George, fascinated by and petrified of fire in any form, outrageously susceptible to being bitten by mosquitoes (his leg looks like he has Ebola)…
His favorite songs are (among others) The Beatles doing Let It Be, Hey Jude, and I Will, “Kwokodile Wok” by Elton John, Banana Boat Song by Harry Belafonte, Puccini’s ‘O mio babbino caro’ from Gianni Schicchi, and the Moderato Coda from Copland’s “Appalachian Spring”…which is known as “the giwaffe song” because in the animated performance of it on Classical Baby, there is a giraffe playing the cello.
He’s a sweet-natured kid, likes reading and being outside, tends to observe for a bit rather than jump right into the action (like his dad), and is very affectionate. He is also stubborn as all get out. Of course, if he weren’t, he would not still be here.
He’s a little short for his age, he still has the occasional digestive problem, but these are trivial compared to the types of developmental issues for which Sonnet and I were emotionally preparing ourselves while Linus was in the NICU. We’ve basically escaped any material long-term consequences from his prematurity, and for a 26 weeker, this seems staggering. Lucky does not even begin to describe it…we dodged a thousand bullets to get where we are, and we still swim in gratitude every single day. Thank you to the doctors, nurses, nurse practitioners, etc. at the St David’s NICU – we haven’t forgotten you and what you did for our family. And thanks to all of you who sent and continue to send love and good wishes his way.
This is what Linus looked like and sounded like on his 3rd birthday (which was May 15th, 2010).