For the past few years I've had this week between Christmas and New Year's Eve off from work so I've never realized what a ghost town it is at the office. The bad thing is that anybody I've needed in the past week has not been around but the good thing is that I've been able to go in late and take off early because you can't accomplish much when 90% of the workforce is gone.
So this morning I selected to spend some time cuddling with Dax rather than dashing out the door in a rush to get to the office. Can you blame me?
I crawled right into bed with him and he shared one of his "buddies" with me. (Lately he has taken to carrying two of them around with him.) He grabbed my arm and pulled it around him and I asked if he wanted to make a "cuddle puddle" which is what I call it when we spoon together in a loopy, dreamy, floppy, snuggly heap. He grinned and nodded so I pulled him into me and nestled my face into that sweet space between his neck and shoulder. He still smelled of lavender from his bath the night before.
We laid there and listened to the morning sounds of the house waking up. We could hear daddy in the shower. We could hear a kitty padding softly down the hall. We could hear the heater kicking on. The wind was blowing wildly as it had been since yesterday and it was making the windows rattle a bit. Dax tensed a bit in my arms; sometimes the wind scares him a bit. I said, "Oh, there's the wind. It came to say good morning. Good morning, house! Good morning, Dax!" He laughed.
We laid there a bit longer and then he turned to me and said, "Wind makes trees move." I nodded in agreement and then added, "Like they're dancing." He smiled at that. Then he sat up and began to wiggle like a little tree in the wind and we laughed.
"Leaves move," he said, wiggling his tiny fingers.
"Yes," I agreed.
"Silly trees, "he giggled. "Dancing."
"Do you think they sing, too?" I asked him. He nodded. "What do you think they sing?"
He considered this for a moment. I suggested the alphabet song but he shook his head. Finally he said with a grin, "Little Teapot" and then he laughed and laughed because apparently trees singing that they are little teapots, short and stout, while they dance in the wind is hysterical.
I love having these little conversations with Dax. It is so much fun to hear what he has on his mind and you never know what interesting thing he might have to say. He's always been pretty advanced with his words but he's really coming into his own now, putting together longer and longer sentences and more descriptive and imaginative scenarios. He's still a little difficult to understand sometimes and he still has his quirky ways of pronouncing some words but, for the most part, he's becoming quite the little conversationalist.
Posted by michelle at December 28, 2006 01:01 PM