But at the same time, he's my little Mister Handsome. He has some manners that rival some adult men. Like at snack time, he'll try to share whatever he's eating. He'll try sharing it with anyone in the room. Daddy, Grandpa, Grandma, Sissy, Me, or even his speech therapist. He'll hold the front door open while I haul his sister and the diaper bag out. He'll even pick up dirty dishes and take them to the sink after dinner.
I've worked really hard on his manners too. It's something I feel very strongly about. I see too many kids older than him that are rude, loud, obnoxious, and just plain disrespectful. I do NOT want my son to be that way. I want my son to be the one boy in school that won't make fun of a girl who's accidentally leaked through her jeans in middle school. I want him to be the one that hands her his jacket to tie around her waist. I want him to be the one that stops and helps an older man carry groceries to his car without being asked.
I also want my son to know how to go on a date. So I'm starting early.
That's right, you heard me.
I'm starting out small, of course. I'm not making him wear a tuxedo and going to a 5 star restaurant. This first date we went to Jump Street. He still held open doors for me, and he even paid! Don't worry about the fact that he had to borrow a few bucks off of me. It's the thought that counts. He had so much fun jumping around on the trampolines. I don't think that he know that I know that he was flirting with a cute little blonde we were there. I'll have to work on that.
It was good for both of us though. We got to spend some quality time with each other. I got to just hang out with my little boy. Because he quickly lost his littleness. I'm trying to soak in every extra second I can of him.
So, once a month, he and I are going to go on a date. He are going to go do something fun, just him and I. Go to the zoo, museum, aquarium, back to Jump Street, or something fun activity. And if his attitude holds up, I plan on taking him to lunch afterwards. But, he's two, so I don't hold my breath. Sweet little thing of mine.
My hope in the process of all this is that he learns how to be polite and courteous. That he'll learn how to treat his future wife. I also hope that in this process, I can keep my baby boy my baby just a bit longer.