One of the nicest things about being home for such a long while this summer was getting to spend time with my amazing littlest brother Bug. He's 4 and a half years old now, stubborn as hell, smart as a whip, unbearably cute, and a complete and total riot. These are the things he loves:
4. Kipper, Nemo, Sprout (TV shows, for those without toddlers)
9. Bread. Also, Other People's Food
10. The Rest of His Family
This is one of my favorite recent pictures of the Bug, as it encapsulates something totally awesome about his character.
Here he is, sitting up in a little tree-housey-climbing thing that Superdad built for him. He's about 6 feet off the ground, completely oblivious to the world, reading Car and Driver Magazine.
You know what he'd do if I were right there calling him? He wouldn't even look up, he'd just ignore me. And if I persisted? He still wouldn't look up, but he might holler out, "Just a minute!" That's his very diplomatic way of saying "Buzz off, lady, can't you see I'm busy?" "Just a minute" might be the most common phrase to come out of his mouth. Make no mistake, world, this is a kid with a very busy schedule. He doesn't talk much, but he is ALWAYS doing something.
Like here, for example. We're snuggling. Actually, let me correct that statement. I am snuggling. Bug is multi-tasking. While he lies resting in the warm embrace of his loving sister, he is simultaneously watching his favorite TV show (Kipper), eyeballing Superdad's lunch-making process in hopes of snagging a bite, and arguing with our mother about whether right now is the appropriate time to have his fingernails clipped. Mom seemed to believe it was, but Bug disagreed. "Just a minute, Mama," he said.
I love my Bug.