Today my nephew turns two.
If you ask him, he will tell you. “TWO!” He will also drive you around on your errands for a small fee. He will likely cry out, “MUUUUN-EEEEE!” to remind you to pay him for his troubles and when you give him some coins, clasp it in his little hand like a precious treasure. Ok, that’s not true about being able to drive you- his feet can’t reach the pedals yet. But he’s great at honking the horn! And that stuff about the money is fact. I’ve seen the little dickens empty out his coin stash from his piggy bank and dance upon it. Yes, he danced a happy dance on a mountain of coins. Maybe he’ll be a banker? I hope not a cheapskate.
He calls me Tee Tee because Auntie is too difficult. This always gets a laugh from people because, um hello, have you seen my Taa Taas? They seem to think he’s remarking on my ample rack but he’s only TWO so I think he’s not that advanced.
Though, sometimes when I am carrying him, he will take his hand and plunge it into the front of my shirt and into my bra then look me straight in the eye and say devilishly, “BOOB!” I try not to laugh but damn it, it’s hard not to. So sometimes I just say, “Did you learn that from the Fella?” Cuz he does that too.
I’m gonna have to separate those two.
Also, if you asked him what he wanted for his birthday he would say, “BIKE!” then “BALLOON!” then “BALL!” and he got all three last Sunday when he had his party. And from Tee Tee a little tykes soccer set because that nephew of mine is quite the athlete. He’s so good at kicking the ball and he throws discs really well too. Double B takes him to play disc golf sometimes. I asked him once if he threw discs like Daddy and he said, “UH HUH!” Then I asked, “Where does Daddy throw the discs, Finn?” He answered, “BUSH!” Um, that’s not gonna go over well with Daddy. Repeat after me: BASKET. Come on kid, work with me here.
Whenever I ask him, “Hey Finn, what color is this?” while holding up an object, say, a red ball, he will invariably answer, “ORRRRRRRRANGE!” “No, it’s red silly. What color is this?” I say holding up a blue object. “ORRRRRRRRANGE!” Apparently orange is his favorite color. Everything is ORRRRRRRANGE.
He’s fascinated by the zoo and can imitate a monkey really well. There’s a pug dog at his school and when we ask him what the dog sounds like he breathes/snorts out of his nose. And instead of calling cats “cats” he’ll just say “MOUW.”
He’s a terrific dancer. He’s loved hip hop since birth but also likes They Might Be Giants among others. I don’t know what it is about kids dancing but it never, ever fails to make me smile. They are just so carefree and in the groove. I used to be like that when I was his age. I’d dance to songs on the jukebox at the local pizzeria that my parents would often dine at. I got an early start on being a ham. I think my nephew might be following in those footsteps.
He’s got a great laugh. Just like his mom’s- the throw-your-head-back kind. His giggle often gives him away when he’s trying to “hide.” Sometimes he runs off saying under his breath, “Hidehidehidehide!” and then will plunge himself under the bed covers. He usually makes one of us go under there with him where he will laugh and laugh until we shoosh him because, hello dude, WE ARE HIDING. Then he’ll call out for anyone who isn’t under the blanket and they come and “find” us. Those brief moments hiding under the blanket with him, seeing the delight on his face, are so precious. It’s such a trip to watch him figure stuff out. To watch his personality develop.
Two years ago I moved to Seattle for a variety of reasons but at the very top of my list was my soon-to-be-born nephew. I already loved him before I met him and now? Words can’t describe what that little light of mine has done for my heart.
Happy Birthday Sweet Boy! Your TeeTee loves you.
*Some photos borrowed from my sister Dokey, the photographer.