Full speed ahead

It looks like we've come through the latest round of immunity building challenges. E is much better; eating, sleeping, and playing like his normal self. Actually, his appetite is actually above and beyond the normal: this morning he knocked down 1.5 pancakes, a good handful of berries and a small bowl of cereal. He came back an hour later and polished off 2 eggs. He's either getting ready for a growth spurt or making up for lost calories last week.

Once the feeding frenzy subsided, E and I headed out for some fun. It was like the good old days when he was super small and not yet in school; E and me hanging out at the local train tables and the like. We spent some time at the library. After playing with the trains for awhile, E headed to the space section. This kid either got really lucky in finding it or has an unbelievable memory/sense of direction because I was following him, not in any way directing him. After the library, we headed to a nearby park until it was time to go meet the meat man. We buy locally raised meat and pick it up from the farmer once a month.

E sat in his carseat, very content from all the playing and having just downed a cup of juice UNTIL I got back in the car and started to leave the parking lot. "Tain, tain, tain!" (train) he wailed, tears and all. The pick up location happens to be in the far corner of the parking lot of a small mall. This mall has a store with 2 train tables. Somehow, E knew where we were. From his backseat carseat, he could tell that the rather nondescript 1 floor beige building about 200 ft. away was the place with the trains.

Many people have commented that E is likely to have strong math and science skills given the Mav's and my fields. I would usually say that Murphy's law or karma or something along those lines meant E was probably going to be an artist (not that there's anything wrong with that). Actually, I now highly doubt he's got a future in the arts; at least the visual ones.

It's not that he's bad at art; I think his scribbles and projects from school are perfect and beautiful and it's fun to watch his abilities evolve. The thing is, E likes art for learning rather than expression. Oh, and for asserting his newly discovered tyrannical side.

E loves to "write". He likes to sit in his highchair with all 8 crayons and a piece of paper. He now will draw some lines and some loops, sometimes he'll use different colors. Mostly, though, he wants someone else to draw for him.

"mao" mean "draw a cat".

"MAO". "Mommy, MAO". "MOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMY, MAO, MAO, MAO". This means, "get over here right now and draw a cat". One in every color.

He likes to have a rainbow of cats, bunnies, shuttles. Letters. Words.

He also likes to eat the green crayon. Yes, always the green one.

Perhaps his future is in the performing arts.