fighterman

We're knee-deep in super-heros around here. There are bad guys and monsters around every corner. Any random lincoln log, stick, or paint stirrer becomes the weapon of choice. And believe me, he knows how to use it. He wields it around as fast as a knight from King Arthur's Camelot. If you see an armload of toys high up on the refrigerator, you know why.



He discovered these goggles about a week ago. He calls himself "Fighterman" and I thought he was so creative to think up his own super hero name.


It turns out he just can't pronounce the 's' sound. He's really saying 'Spiderman'. F's instead of S's are really hilarious, so you know we're asking him to say all sorts of things, plus he volunteers many on his own. One of our favorite, Diego say--"I'm smart!"


The other day, he kept asking to go out on the playground. I made many excuses and tried to entertain him in many different ways....why? because it was COLD. Finally, I realized I was going against everything I stand for, so I bundled myself up (afterall, it's me who's cold, not Diego) and we headed out.

How could I deny this happiness?





Is this the making of a superhero, or what?


He's able to leap tall buildings in a single bound....almost. Well, he definitely has a creative way of getting from here to there.


Outside time in winter is just as important as any other season. It's good for him. It's good for me.


I'm a slow learner...but he's teaching me.