Sometimes I feel like I have been neglecting my darling first born. It’s easy to get caught up in the cuteness that is Baby Blueberry or focus my attention on the tantrums that she has become semi-famous for around these parts (“But mommy, I want to eat your camera and I want to eat it NOW!!!!!!”). And you know it wasn’t that long ago that my sweet little boy was the literal center of my universe. It was all MM, all the time.

And now… it’s not. I’m sure it’s tough on him, heck it’s tough on me. Like if I blink, I might open my eyes and find a teenager where my little boy used to be. It’s heart breaking how fast they grow up. And when you add to that the less than terrific behavior of 3 year olds in general, potty training and sleep deprivation… well, I know he gets the short end of the stick some days – I know sometimes I explode at him with all my motherly rage and that it’s not really his fault, or at least not entirely. I know sometimes I’m tired and drained and not really all that fun to hang out with.

Then other days he just blows me away with his amazingness and I just want to soak it all in. He is such a smart, funny, sweet, adorable little boy – why don’t I revel in that more often? Why don’t I savor the moments? Like, how everything these days is “of course” with him. Like, “I already went to the potty, of course.” or “I want to read Curious George, of course.” And it’s just as cute as it sounds. There were other little things, that I should have written down somewhere to remember, but I’ve forgotten them already.

He is frequently delighted with the task of taking care of his little sister, curious and adamant about learning to write and read – “What does this spell? What letter comes next?” His words are usually written out of order but sometimes he’ll surprise you and write something perfect.

His new favorite game is “I Spy” and he asks us to play it frequently in the car. My favorite is when he says, “I spy with my BIG eye, something that is…” I know, it doesn’t take much to amuse me.

And when BB is having one of those knock out, drag down crazy tantrums of hers, sometimes the only thing which pacifies her is when her big brother sings a song. It still baffles me that it works so often, but it does. She will almost always stop crying to listen to him sing “ABCs” or the “Itsy Bitsy Spider” – and mommy or daddy singing the same songs, by the way? Not the same. Sometimes there’s just nothing like a big brother, I guess.

I’m pretty smitten with him, too.