I was feeding Lenore one day in her room, and Lewis was sitting in there with us, chatting it up:
Lewis: Why does her milk come out of your body?
Me: Because we are mammals. All mammal mamas make milk for their babies.
Lewis: Oh!
Me: Elephant mamas make milk for their elephant babies. Goat mamas make milk for their goat babies. Doggy mamas make milk for their doggy babies.
Lewis: Oh!
Me: Did you know Hattie used to be a mama?
Lewis: Yea.
Me: Can you believe she had three puppies that she cared for?
[She was taken in by a rescue as a stray, and all three of her puppies died of parvo soon after they were born. She was very depressed afterwards, until we met her and brought her home to be a companion, mother, boss, etc. to Peter and the rest of us. The rest is history.]
Lewis: Yea! Did they look like little Hatties??
Me: I don't know, I never met them, but I bet they did! Can you imagine--I bet they were so cute!
Lewis: What were their names? Gloodly?? (Or something made-up off the top of his head like that.)
Me: I don't know, buddy, I never knew them. What do YOU think their names were?
Lewis: Hmm. (long pause) Sun, Cloud, and Rain.
It made me smile on many levels. I was touched that he was so sweet about Hattie's long-forgotten puppies.
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Lewis tends to wake up early (5:30-6ish), and then will fall back asleep until his normal awakening time (around 7-7:30). He usually just needs to be covered up or reassured, and, as I am still on nighttime-Lenore-duty, Kevin takes care of Lewis duty.
One day, I *happened* to already be up with Lenore (lucky me!), so I slipped out of her room and into Lewis' room and laid with him. I wouldn't normally lay with him (he sleeps in a twin bed, after all, and he twirls my hair so that I can't fall back asleep), but I must have been extra tired that morning. I was in and out of sleep, but at one point, Lewis was saying, in a trance-like state (while twirling my hair):
Lew: Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. Don't eat cows. Eat more chicken. (On and on...)
Over and over and over again. I thought I was in and out of a trippy dream, and I didn't even remember it until a few days later. I'm not even sure where he got that--he has a little stuffed cow from Chick-Fil-A that Grandma Sharon gave him, but I didn't know he even knew their slogan. Proves once again that he is ALWAYS LISTENING. :)
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I'd written this down on the notebook I keep in my car, and I just found it the other day. I vaguely remember it from earlier in the summer:
Lewis (totally out of the blue, staring out of the window): When I get older, I'm going to ride the Wing Coaster, ride The Beast, and get a John Deere lawn mower.
:) It made me smile. The boy has plans for his future!! He and Kevin sometimes watch roller coaster videos at bedtime, so Lew is very excited about being big enough to ride the big ones. There were lots of commercials earlier in the summer for The Thunderbird (aka the Wing Coaster) at Holiday World. And I'm not sure how The Beast came into the picture, other than Kevin and I agreeing that it's the best roller coaster we've ridden.
And then there's the John Deere lawn mower. He has said a few times now that he wants a JD Gator for Christmas (like one of the big Power Wheel ones that costs $400+). Either that or a blue train and an orange train, JUST like the blue and orange trains at the zoo--separately, but equally as difficult for me to make happen.
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