He’s a cheerful little guy, impish and full of life, undeniably the baby of the family.
But lately, I’m starting to see the signs that there’s a little boy on the rise.
He’s starting to have opinions, and he’s starting to express them. In actual words. Words like “banana” and “balloon.”
He knows how to do things now. Things like using a fork and stealing one’s mama’s dinner when she’s not looking.
More and more, he’s just one of the pack, going where the big kids go, doing what they do.
Including school. These days, when I drop Alden and Kato off in the Primary classroom at Friendship Montessori, I’ve been taking August next door to the Pre-Primary classroom to get accustomed to the place. He’s already enthusiastic about doing “works,” the individual exercises that line the classroom shelves, each featuring a different practical challenge and designed with beautiful materials arrayed on a tray. Whenever we visit Pre-Primary, August goes over to the shelves, picks out a work, and carries it to the perfectly August-sized table.
This morning he spent five minutes or so sorting rubber skeletons by color. Works are seasonally themed, of course.
August gave himself a round of applause after placing each skeleton. And why not? These are big accomplishments for a little guy.
I might be able to squeeze a few more months out of this “baby August” thing, but come December 10, the little guy turns two, at which point, I fear, I’m going to have another little boy on my hands.