He is obsessed with calendars.
He has my 2013 planner, a 2013-2014 planner I bought for him, my current 2014 planner (that he steals from my purse everyday), and a 2014 Mickey Mouse calendar on his bed. He sleeps with them every night.
His favorite app on his iPad (next to google maps) is the calendar. He can flip from year to year. I glanced over and saw him all the way up to 6250. Ya know, the year six thousand two hundred fifty. Right around the corner.
Recently he said, "January is going on a trip. And January will be back in 2015."
He spent a morning with me at work a few weeks ago. He grabbed my desk calendar and wrote in the days that were missing at the beginning and ending of each month to fill in the weeks (you know from the previous and upcoming months). He filled the days in for each month. I love that I can look at that everyday and see a part of him when I'm at work.
I wonder how he sees the calendar. I wonder what it is about the calendar that bring him so much joy and comfort.
At least I'll never have to worry about knowing what day it is. He'll always be sure to let me know.
The minute it turned February, he yelled with glee, "It's February! Happy Valentine's Day, Mommy!"
He filled out Valentine's for his classmates today. Writing their names in the "to" section and then his name in the "from" section. He finished 19 for his classmates, and I didn't have to help once.
He is learning so much at school. He is getting so tall. He is becoming such a mischievous, independent, and a rambunctious little boy.
If only that calendar could go backwards sometimes.
I'll even take staying where it is for a bit longer too.
It all moves so fast sometimes.