Conversations

One of my absolute favorite activities with Cooper these days is pushing him in the swing. It's become time that's it's just the two of us, enjoying the fresh air and talking. No running around outside, no playing toys or wrestling with Drake, no inside distractions. Just Cooper, Mommy, the swing and conversation.
He's usually the one leading the conversation, and topics vary, of course, depending on what's on his sweet little mind. We talk a lot about the sun rising and setting and when the moon comes out; or we talk about our favorite colors or activities or foods and why we like those things; or we talk about the people in our lives--friends, cousins, grandparents--and where they are at that moment. Some of my favorite conversations are those that come from his imagination. He'll tell me the tree is his fire station and he has to go down the fire pole to get to his truck so he can help Fireman Paul. Or he'll tell me about how his fort is the airport and he is the pilot and he'll fly me to the beach or to Austin to see Ben and Ferris.

While swinging this evening, we talked a lot about Baby Brother. We discussed how small he'll be when he gets home; what he is going to eat; what he might look like. Cooper told me that he thinks Baby Brother will have giraffe hair and maybe ears like an elephant. After I told Cooper that he will only drink milk for a long time and he won't know how to walk for awhile either, Coop said he's going to teach Baby Brother how to walk and then make him a sandwich. He also told me, "Baby Brother cry when hungry or tired. But I help. I make him happy." I think he remembered an earlier conversation about how much Baby Brother might cry at first, but it's ok, it's his way of talking to us.

I just love these sweet moments when it's complete uninterrupted time with my almost three-year-old monkey.