After Adam went back to Denver to work, the boys and I stayed in Charlotte for the short rest of the week.
They both love the Charlotte house and have their favorite things there - the bells by the stairs, the "track" around the long kitchen island, and until recently, Isaac was obsessed with the balancing fisherman on my dad's study shelf. This trip, Jonah thought it was hilarious to run into my parents' room, throw himself into this armchair by their bed, and be sprawled out, just relaxing, by the time we discovered him.
The day before, we'd gone to the mall to look for some flat-bottomed shoes so Isaac could join the weekly kids' tennis clinic at the club. We found some good basic tennis shoes, but Jonah stole the show. I glanced over at him and saw him standing by the wall of footwear, looking around innocently, all his clothes still on...and a used, open diaper lying on the floor next to his feet.
At first it was inconceivable that it could be his diaper - his shorts were still on! But it was certainly our diaper, and when I checked him - yep, bare bottom under those buttoned-up shorts.
I was flabbergasted. But it was hilarious. And Jonah, the master of deadpan, didn't even crack a smile.
On the way home from the mall, Jonah stole the show again. Isaac is a pretty good counter up to the teens, but he this time, he was counting his upcoming birthdays and telling us what presents he wanted for each one - and he forgot what came after seven.
I told him to count up to it, and he did, but he stopped again at "seven..."
And Jonah told him the answer. Clear as could be, Jonah said "EIGHT."
The next morning, we made it to the club by 9 for Isaac's first tennis lesson ever. I was so excited for him to try a sport I've played since age 10 (and casually for years before that). He picked out a mini racquet to borrow, and Jonah also picked out a racquet and ball because he thought he had a lesson too, no matter what I said.
When the preschoolers filed onto the courts, poor Jonah sped up his walk, his little legs pumping so fast, his racquet and ball clutched in his hand - but the door closed just before he could get in. I felt sad for him - he has loved playing ball for as long as he could hold one, and he didn't understand why he couldn't go with Isaac.
But we played around on the empty courts, and he recovered quickly.
Meanwhile, Isaac looked excited and energetic at first, then a little frustrated, as all the other kids had done this before and he was struggling just to make contact with the ball. But then he started getting some hits, and Kevin, who is also my mom's coach and has sons the same ages as Jonah and Isaac, was the perfect laid-back, encouraging personality for a sensitive, perfectionist little boy. Wow, that sounds familiar...
Cork gets a walk every day at 5pm. The streets were usually wet from the daily storms.
My old neighborhood...I love those big trees.
A few other bits of Jonah dialogue, as we watch his language unfold:
JULY 5
Jonah: "Babop...made...good...French toast...[to]day." - This is one of his first complete, perfect sentences. I couldn't believe it.
And after lots of dripping SC peach for lunch, Jonah: "Mama, peep wah guuuuh (peach was goood)."
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