This is Sam. He has bright red hair and vivid blue eyes and is almost three. He loves singing, dancing, and performing dramatic interpretations of Ten Apples Up on Top.
Mostly, he’s loud.
He slept for much of his first three weeks of life, lulling us into a false sense of confidence that we could manage two children. Then he woke up, and things hit the fan.
Weeks of colicky screaming turned into months of teething-related screeching. And now, he simply operates at top volume at all times, whether he’s wailing or giggling. In the words of Spinal Tap guitarist Nigel Tufnel, “This one goes to eleven.”
Sam is also a… how shall I put this… challenging eater. This serves me well, because it guarantees I will always have empathy for moms with mealtime issues. I will never, ever look at you with disdain if you tell me that lunch for your child today was the jelly he licked off of his PB&J sandwich.
And because Sam is so loud, these challenging eating behaviors are amplified–and impossible to ignore. He doesn’t just want M&Ms for breakfast. HE! WANT! EM-NEM! FAH! BECKFUST! He doesn’t quietly ignore the asparagus spears on his plate, he rejects them with a dramatic, “YUCK! THEM ARE GIDUSTING!”
In the coming weeks, I’ll be writing more about little Sam–what he’s dishing out to me and how I’m taking it (both the successes and, oh yes, the failures). I hope you’ll stay tuned. It’s gonna get loud.