Over the past several days I have been online for HOURS trying to find some of my missing blog posts from my first blog. (Steck has spent more hours than me searching… I really appreciate her help in the Big Blog Recovery of 2011!)
It has been a sweet time, re-reading old posts from long ago. I thought it would be fun to repost an entry from 2006…
March 30, 2006
One morning when Inigo was about 18 months old, he toddled over to Max’s tie rack and picked out a tie and wrapped it around his neck. He then toddled back to me and gave me a big old sweet, sloppy kiss. Open mouthed of course, as only sweet babies do at that age.
I didn’t quite know what he was up to, so I just watched him. After that kiss, he walked to the back door and asked to go outside. It was then that I realized that he was mimicking what his father does each morning when he goes to work.
Fast forward a couple years. Now Inigo is 3 1/2. Every time we drive past the hospital where Max works Inigo says, “Mom, that my work!” to which I reply, “Do you really work there, Inigo?” “Oh yes!” is the emphatic reply.
On a recent day, when Inigo came up to me with concern written all over his face. His reply to my question of what was wrong was that, “Daddy needs me, Mama.” Well, ok. What does he need you for, sweetie? “Daddy needs me help at work.”
It was the end of the day on a weekend, so I thought I would indulge him. After all, he was so earnest and sweet in his pleading. We put on our coats and took the long drive to the hospital (it’s just around the block).
Inigo was so proud to ride the elevator up to the second floor (no stair hopping for this corporate mini-dude), walked into his father’s office and announce, “Daddy, me here to help!”
This is a testament as to the kind of father Max is. With only a slight quizzical look at me he immediately got down on Inigo’s level and asked him why he was here to help. When he heard the reason he jumped into action looking for something that Inigo could do. The man is a genius. He grabbed a single piece of paper and the stapler and put about ten staples in it. Then he handed Inigo a staple remover and asked him if he could take them out for him.
Inigo was thrilled to say the least. He looked at me with a beaming face and said, “See Mama? Me helping Daddy!” Who am I to argue with that kind of ego booster?
I didn’t want to be the intruder in this male bonding moment, so I quickly ran to the cafeteria and bought my corporate mini-dude a mini-ice cream cone to celebrate this moment. This moment that I saw a glimpse of what my sweet little boy could grow up to be. And it’s not bad.
I have submitted an inquiry to the people at MSN asking them if there is any way I can retrieve the year’s worth of posts like this that I am missing. Please keep your fingers crossed that they can help me!