April 15, 2010

We ain't seen nothing yet

During phase one of Roscoe's bedtime ritual, he sat in the tub preoccupied by a series of photos that hang on the wall. A friend took them at a "bon voyage" party thrown for us a few days before we flew to Kauai in 2008. Andy and I are wearing our leis, and laughing.

Roscoe was chanting "da-da, da-da, da-da", while looking up at the photos and pointing. When I confirmed that the pictures were of Momma and Poppa, he began to fuss, scrambling up the side of the tub and clawing at my arm. So I hoisted his wet little body up and over to the picture frame.

His chubby cheeks dimpled as his face lit up with a toothy grin--his top two teeth popped through just a few days ago! One photo at a time he pointed to each of us, with his little index finger straight as an arrow. Then, after a pause he'd exclaim, "tat!" and then wait for me to say "poppa" or "momma".

Isn't it fun how much celebrating takes place in the first year of life when the most basic and primitive functions of human behavior produce such a thrill? Is this what proud feels like? I can't imagine then, what I will feel when Roscoe learns to run, or form a hypothesis, or demonstrates good manners.

Tonight, Roscoe's first birthday is on my mind. I'm so looking forward to throwing a special party, just for him, in celebration of all the big and little milestones that he has achieved in his first 365 days.


  1. Hey there,

    This was an interesting post because I have been learning a ton from our niece and nephews about that childlike, uncontainable sense of wonder and awe related to everything in the world.

    Are they really the basic and primitive functions of human behavior or a fundamental part of happiness that we lose when we get older? Know what I mean? When we've seen a tulip (tis the season) hundreds of times, how often do we actually stop and look at them anymore and admire the vibrancy of the colors, the texture in the petals, and the perfectly round, green stems that are an engineering marvel of nature. Tulip blooms are pretty heavy, and they are supported by these paper thin, hollow tubes.

    Also, I frequently look at my photos, as you know. Over time, they become just another image on my computer screen or printed out on paper. I am focused on getting that next amazing image like Rush Limbaugh needing his next fix of Oxycontin, but I think I am going to go back and look at some old photos. I archived them because I thought they were "boring," but I want to try and remember why I initially thought they were worth saving and what was special about them.

    Please tell Master Roscoe that his humble disciple has learned "The Lesson of 'da-da, da-da, da-da! tat!'" I will now renounce all my worldly possessions and devote my life to spreading his message to the world--if Adrian says it's okay. ;-)

    Sorry I missed y'all when you were in DC!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE the photos of Monkeystein (Adrian) and the Glow Worm!!! They are too adorable!

    Much Love,

  2. HIS TWO TOP TEETH!! YAAAAY!! I can't WAIT to get my hands on that kid again!!


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