cars
Noah is completely and totally obsessed with cars. There is no way I will be able to express to you just how much he loves cars. It consumes him fully.
This morning, at 7am, Noah began to move around in bed, slight whimpers letting me know he’s about to wake up. I open the door quietly, move to his crib, but hes yet to realize I’m there. I hear his breathe quicken as he wakes up, and he says to himself, “a car.”
Once out in the living room, the first thing he does is find a toy jeep, run up to me, and say, “a caaar.” He says car, and most of his words, with his voice trailing upwards as he finishes the word. You would almost think it was a question if he didn’t say it with such confidence, eyes set on the tiny automobile in his hands.
When we drive he points them out. When we’re in a parking lot it’s like he has Tourettes. His current favorite book is “Go, Dog. Go!
As we prepared for bed tonight, we read through it again, and once finished I asked him to point out things on his alphabet poster. I ask for the Alligator, he points to the toy alligator under the A. He’s almost got the whole poster down. But tonight he wasn’t very cooperative. He kept standing in front of his numbers poster, pointing to the 5 cars under the 5, and repeating, “car…caaaarr.” He brought Go, Dog. Go! to me again, and repeated the word over and over. He opened the book to a picture of a dog in a car, and just repeated, “A car. A car. A car.” He then broke down into engine noises and “drove” his toy car up and down his leg.
Bed time came, and as I laid him down he began to fuss and cry. “Mommy! Moooommmmyyy! Moooommmmy!!! Car!”
