Ka-pow! A new milestone just drops itself into an ordinary Sunday night and I scramble for the camera, Landon starts a happy dance and daddy is properly proud and congratulatory.
I was printing something off the computer. Bill was reading. Landon was coloring.
And then he says,
"I made an L for me!"
When I look over, sure enough, he has written an L, clear as anything.
Whoa...wait a second! Who taught him to write?!
Well, naturally, being parents who never want to give our child a performance complex, we made a big huge deal of this accomplishment and Landon got so wound up. He started dancing around the room exclaiming "I'm so skited. I'm so skited," until he kind of forgot what he was excited about and just started saying random stuff about princesses and pencils and who knows what. Phone calls ensued. Family was told. "You are ill?" No....I made an ELL!
We finally returned to the regularly scheduled evening. Landon preceded to write the rest of the alphabet (just kidding!!) He actually couldn't really replicate his first triumph, and instead settled for the practice of writing the straightest lines he could, kinda hoping for a party for each one. He was like a little cave-baby who found fire by accident...and then couldn't get it relit.
Sensational while it lasted.
My favorite part was as he worked on his new attempts at straight lines he said so earnestly, "I writing, mom."
And so you are, son.
Welcome to this family.