This is an adorable experience that happened on September 1, Tuesday. It has all the elements of our little Jeffrey/JJ in it: curious, sweet, loving, innocent.
So here goes…
JJ at 6 a.m. on September 1:
“Mom, is it September 2 already?”
Me at 6 a.m. on September 1:
“No Jeffrey. It’s still September 1.”
JJ: “What do I do so that it will be September 2?”
Me: “You sleep and when you wake up et voila! It’s September 2.”
So the boy slept at 10 a.m.
Morning nap, he said.
At 11 a.m.
JJ: “Is it September 2 already?”
Me: “Not yet.”
JJ: “But you said sleep and it will be September 2.”
Toni: “It was a nap, not sleep.”
JJ: “Oh. I’ll sleep after lunch.”
At 2 p.m., the boy fell asleep.
At 3 p.m.
JJ: “Is it September 2 already?”
Nick: “Nope. Still September 1.”
JJ: “How many sleep does it take for it to be September 2?”
Nick: “One long sleep of many hours.”
The resident cutie pie read books, answered work sheets, and rode his bike.
He had so much fun on a Tuesday afternoon, September 1, that he broke his bike’s pedal.
He came home at 5 p.m. and washed up and read another book.
The boy was exhausted that by 6 p.m., he was sound asleep on our bed, hugging his Jollibee stuffed toy.
He wasn’t able to join us for dinner.
He woke up at 10:45 p.m. He asked for milk.
He also asked if… it’s already September 2.
Me: “No honeypot. It’s still September 1.”
JJ: “This is so disappointing.”
Why is he so gung-ho about September 2?
I finally asked the question.
“Jay, can you tell me why you like September 2?”
His answer: “Because September 2 is close to September 3. After September 3 is September 4. After September 4, it’s September 5… You know Mom?”
Me: “What do I know?”
JJ: “You know…”
Me: “What?”
JJ: “The days move and then, it’s September 15.”
Me: “So what’s September 15?”
JJ (crying at this point): “You forgot. You forgot… ”
Me: “I can’t remember…”
JJ: “September 15 is when the doctor cut your belly after you push and I didn’t come out so September 15 is…”
Me: “… is…”
JJ: “… your belly scar day. It’s your belly scar birthday.”
Then he cried some more.
I smiled. Of course, I know.
I was there when it happened.
Me: “I know. It’s your birthday too.”
JJ: “You remember?”
Me: “Of course I did.”
JJ: “So is it September 2 now?”
It was 11:45 p.m.
Me: “Fifteen more minutes baby boy. Fifteen more minutes.”
He slept again at 11:58 p.m.
It wasn’t September 2 just yet.
Not yet.
