A Day In the Life of Bardo: Approaching Three

From the moment Bardo wakes up he's telling me short one sentence stories that often make very little sense. This morning the first words out of his mouth were: "After I died, I threw up." Hmmmmmmmm. I'd be concerned, but he said it with such stoicism that I felt I could quickly rule out a traumatic nightmare. The next pressing concern was the location of his Cars shirt (which is actually a rash guard). He found it, has worn it all day, and as his head hit the pillow he needed reassurance that I would not be putting this beloved piece of clothing into the laundry.

All morning long, Bardo's "big boy" friend, Justin hung out at our house. They participated in their favorite activities: eating cookies, swinging on the swings, sticking all the pegs in the Battleship game, watering the garden and getting wet. After his buddy Justin got wet, Bardo was very excited to share his clothes with his friend.

Today, the Warlock took Bardo to get his first "spiky cut." The hair stylist asked him how old he was. He replied, in his deepest tough guy voice, "I'm a big boy," as if saying his age would indicate something different.

This evening for family home evening we went out to eat. Bardo shoved a whole Saltgrass grill children's pizza into his mouth, piece by piece, by the handful. He looked like a chipmunk. A couple of times he tried to talk, his cheeks bulging. How fortunate we were to have such a perfect, public opportunity to introduce our son to the concept of talking after all the food is chewed and swallowed.