3-Year-Old Wisdom and My Big 31

The propose of this blog is to record the events and my thoughts related to the adoption process, but having just come out of a long weekend, there has been no forward movement. I thought I'd blog instead about my favorite three-year old boy, and the joy he brings. Everyday, he comes up with something new and hilarious, and so today, I want to recap some of these conversations before I forget them.

1. In the car about two weeks ago:
Jonah: Mountains don't jump, right?
Me: What?
Jonah: Mountains can't jump, right?
Me: Mountains?
Jonah: Yeah.
Me: Can't jump?
Jonah: Yeah.
Me: No, mountains can't jump.
Jonah: Because they're attached, right?
Me: Right.
Jonah: I can't jump either, because of my seat belt.
Me: Yeah.

2. Last week:
Jonah: Mam, can we talk about punching?
Me: Sure.
Jonah: Why can't I punch?
Me: Do you want me to punch you?
Jonah: No.
Me: Why not? Because it hurts?
Jonah: Yeah.
Me: That's why.

3. Today (after we talked about how he can earn a new toy, if he cleans up his toys for 10 days in a row):
Jonah: Can I open up the box?
Me: No, you have to wait until you've earned it.
Jonah: But on the box, it says, "Open this right now."
Me: Actually, it says, "Leave this closed until you earn it."
Jonah: Hm.

Later...
Jonah: Okay, I'll make you a deal. When we get home, you can do all the laundry three times and then you can open this box for me.
Me: No deal.

Later...
Jonah: I have a new baby mam, look!
Me: I'm driving right now Jonah. What does it look like?
Jonah: It's a box.
Me: Oh.
Jonah: A baby box.
Me: Does it cry much?
Jonah: No, it's a box!
Me: Does it poop in it's diapers?
Jonah: No! It doesn't wear diapers. It's a box!
Me: Okay. Well, it sounds like a good baby.

Okay, I know we both sound a little weird, but these are the kinds of conversations we have several times a day. Jonah's big thing right now is "Can we talk about it mam?" He asks this about various things, many times a day. He is such a character, constantly coming up with words and phrases I don't expect from him. Today, he was looking at a toy box, that had a picture on the back of all the different sets that exist. He says, "I want this whole collection." He's three! What three year old says that? I have never heard the word collection from him before. It never ceases to amaze me what he can learn.

And I love his sense of humor. I mean, it is definitely age-appropriate in development, but it cracks me up. When he hears a word he thinks is funny, he'll keep repeating it and laughing. Weirdo. We were at the mall today with the family, and Jonah and his cousin Miriam (who is 10 months older than him) were walking, holding hands. And Jonah picked up on a word, and repeated it to Miriam, and they laughed together a couple of times about it, but after the third repeat, Miriam started to look at him like, "What is wrong with you?" Okay, so he's not funny, but I love to laugh at him! He recently was introduced to the song, "This little light of mine" and often he goes, "Hide it under a bush -- that's funny! Don't let Satan blow it out -- that's funny too." I don't know what he finds so funny about it, but everytime we sing it, he laughs.

Well, we had a great weekend, visiting the family. Everytime we have to come back home from Edmonton, Jonah bawls because he doesn't want to leave. Neither do I. I love being in Edmonton with the family. On Saturday, we went to my sister's scrapbooking and had a great time. We made 3 double-page spreads in one evening, including titles (God bless the inventor if the Cricut!) and journalling. Oh yeah! Any then Sunday was my 31st Birthday, and we went to church, had a family lunch (croissants -- yum!), family dinner (pesto lasagna -- yum!) and played some 3-handed bridge with my sister and mam, and watched a movie too. Then this morning I visited with an old friend, met up with the family at the mall and got my hair cut at a hairdresser. A real hair dresser. Usually I get my sister to trim my blunt cut twice a year. But I actually decided to do something new. Layers around my face and a side part. Maybe a bit conservative by North American standards, but a huge leap for me! And after the mall we went back to my mam's for cheese fondue and chocolate fondue. Generally a weekend of sweet indulging. My sister bought me this great purse for my birthday, that is shiny black with red flowers on it. I will try to post a pic, because the description didn't do it justice. And then my mam gave me a beautiful silver bracelet with these really light purple-pink stones in it. I feel like a real grown-up. And a girl. Okay, so maybe this should have already happened, but I am generally too simple (in my tastes and lifestyle) for that.
The best part of my birthday? Imagining that this time next year, I should not only know my daughter, but I will hopefully be making plans for my trip if I'm not already back (praying hard about that!). I thought 30 was a bit of a tough birthday, but at 31 I realize that life just keeps getting better. It really does.