I may have had the world's best Sunday morning. It was absolutely wonderful. Other than the fact that Star and I were dressed almost exactly alike and Curt thought it would be awesome to keep pointing it out (and I pointed out that we both had it goin' on), our only snafu happened while we were walking home after church.
Curt had his truck there since he had gone to Whataburger to get taquitos for our students. So he walked Jackson and me outside and left us in the freezing cold mist to go drive the 1/10 of a mile home. As soon as Curt left us, Jackson started wailing and flailing in his stroller. I must admit that I had misjudged the low temperature and my child wasn't wearing a jacket - only a heavy wool sweater. It appeared that Jackson was screaming because he was terribly cold and disturbed by the mist. A horrified family saw the spectacle of my disgruntled toddler preparing for his cruel journey home and they offered to give us a ride. I declined, thinking that my cute polka dot umbrella was going to make it all better. It totally didn't. In fact, I could hardly walk forward with it since the wind was blowing so hard. The wind was also doing a number on my skirt. Go go gadget third arm!
By this time I wised up and realized that Jackson was crying because his daddy had disappeared. He literally cried until we got to the house and he saw his dad pull up in the truck. Then we loaded up and went to our pastor's house for lunch. On the way there, Curt had to run in a friend's house for a minute and Jackson started wailing and flailing again! He has always had a special relationship with his daddy, but I have never seen him act this way. It was really sweet but also kind of unsettling. He would not be comforted by anything but the sight of his dad.
I read in Dobson's Bringing Up Boys that sons go through a critical time (after 18 months) when they separate from mom and begin identifying with dad. I've been seeing lots of clues that it's happening and I think it accounts for what happened today. It makes me feel proud that my son is growing up and becoming a little man, but it also stings just a little bit when he prefers his dad. Oh well, such is the lot of a boy mommy.
In other Jackson news, he is learning all kinds of new words. Our favorites of the last week are sick and poo poo. And - oh my word, mark it down in
the baby book - he answered yes today when I asked him a question!