My Sweetie Pie

Almost every day, my little Tucker boy coddles my face in his little hands and says so sincerely, “Mommy, you’re my Sweetie Pie.”
It’s the most adorable thing. And then he stomps off roaring like a dinosaur, loud as a freight train. Trains and dinosaurs. Trains and dinosaurs. Dinonsaurs and trains. Dinosaurs and trains.
These are the great interests of my little Tucky man right now. He is focused on those two things like a laser beam. My mother says I used to watch the Little Mermaid repetitively all day long. My son wants to watch Jurassic Park and spinoffs of Jurassic Park all day long.
When we aren’t watching dinosaurs or trains on TV, or playing dinosaurs and trains, we are reading about them.
I ordered a plethora of new train and dinosaur books this past week, thinking that maybe we could vary up our bedtime story lineup. Wrong-o mommy! He loves the new books, but they’ve only added to a longer bedtime story selection and more scientific vocabulary for mommy to learn. I should have known better. The more books you order, the more “educational” they get, with longer texts and longer words. It’s surprising, some of the vocabulary they put in children’s books.
The worst part is he has now memorized the words to some of the books, so if I skimp on some of the passages, he will say “Hey, that’s not what it says,” and then I have to read it all over again.
While I grow tired of pronouncing and mispronouncing dinosaur names and fancy train terms, I know someday I will long for the days that my Sweetie Pie curls up in my arms and asks me to read him a book. So I’ll read dang near every train and dinosaur book on the planet dutifully, as long as he can cuddle up and fit in my arms. For that’s the good stuff.