Poor little Meatball. He’s the second-born child in our family. That naturally means he won’t get as much attention as his older brother did. Add in the autism issues for Dr. J, and again, attention takes a hit.
So, today’s post is devoted to Meatball.
When Meatball tells a story, instead of “Once upon a time…” he says, “One upons a time.” Then he’ll usually create a story, not rehash one. Sometimes he’ll just look around the room and keep adding things in. For example, “One upons a time, there was a TV, and it fell on the train. Then the big ball came over and crashed on the train!”
Meatball loves music. He loves to sing at home, but won’t sing at church! Just like stories, he makes up songs, almost constantly! He makes up songs in the car about where we’re going, he makes up songs about what he’s doing, he’ll make up songs about movies he’s watched. He even makes his own background music as he runs around.
Meatball is dramatic. We are in the process of trying to finish up potty training. For some reason, he has been wont to poop in the potty. We’re finally getting there, and when he’s done, he usually stands up with flair, dramatically pointing to the deposit in the toilet bowl and humming background music!
One time, when Meatball was two, we were all in the living room doing various things. He was happily playing, and started crying pretty hard all of a sudden. I thought he was in great pain for some unexplained reason. When I asked him what was wrong, he sobbed, “I scared myself!” Hmmm….
Meatball is all boy. He has all the sound effects down, complete with mean soldier faces and swaggering sword maneuvers. Since I have no brothers, I really haven’t been into teaching my boys about guns, killing, etc. I figure it will come eventually. Meatball has found it.
Meatball is aware of others and usually kind. He has already started looking out for his big brother, putting in music he likes at bedtime or bringing him an animal to use. The other day he asked me if I was going to eat, too. I was shocked and touched by his empathy and watchful care for his mommy.
Ah, yes. Meatball is a mama’s boy. And a blankie boy. And a drama king. And a music man. Meatball is our boy, and we love him!