Thursday, July 7, 2011

Aunt Bee's having a moment.....

Rambly and non-crafty--consider yourself warned :)

The nephew is staying with us this week. My favorite boy, with his sticky fingers, chocolate-popsicle ringed mouth, mismatched shorts and t-shirt (because "Who cares? I'm going swimming anyway"), big multi-colored eyes (are they hazel? are they grey? I don't know!) has invaded the quietude that normally dwells at Casa del Rapp. I have woken up to a song being plunked out on the piano at full volume (just one song - he only knows the one), watched him try to navigate the keyboard to play Oregon Trail from 1989 or thereabouts (no mouse control, then, m'boy - if you google it you can find it in the Apple archives) while we crossed our fingers that the wagon wouldn't tip over in the middle of the Snake River, and eaten my weight in plastic-wrapped freeze pops. I realized a few things: I have a fraction of his energy, he eats non-stop (and has little 6-pack abs to show for it), and he's not so little anymore. Sad face for Auntie Bee....

I was cutting out all those pieces for the wavy top tote for my grandma last night, while he scampered off to bed (after a full day of running he still has energy to go full-speed everywhere). I was fusing all of my interfacing, when this caught my eye:

His little (or not so little) shoes (would you believe these are practically new?) just chilling on a dining room chair. Something about them sitting there while little guy was in dreamland made my heart get a tingly feeling, and I felt in the worst way like I was going to cry for no reason at all. But there is a reason - my guy is growing up and getting big and wise and smart and independent (seriously - it's a good thing he's not my actual kid because my heart might literally split in two over it). I finished what I was doing and then headed to bed, where I couldn't fall asleep because too many things were racing through my brain. Things like:
  • The night he slept over when he was just under two. He was sleeping in a mini-crib in my mom's room, and in the middle of the night he decided to stand up and yell at full volume every word he knew. Over and over. "Up! Down! Mom-mom! Apple!" and so on. I almost wet MY bed across the hall I was laughing so hard.
  • How he used to say "yid-dull" instead of "little." I'm still sorry I taught him proper pronunciation of his Ls.
  • The time he hid in the empty clothes hamper and scared the living hell out of my dad (who is usually stoic and unshakeable).
  • How my sister taught him what tepid means, and how he would use it. When running his bath he'd come and watch you and say "Dooon't make it too hot - make it tepid" (he was about 3 so this was really funny).
Now he's this super-smart kid who's way too logical, already is quite good with the use of sarcasm (he is a Rapp after all--it had to happen sooner or later), and who is already acquiring the ways of a teenager ("How many times do I have to ask you to shut the door/cabinet...put your clothes in the hamper/bureau...etc.?"). But he's also the kid who sits there on the porch with you listening for the ice cream man with a plan: "You catch him and start ordering, I'll run inside for the money" (it's more fun if you're not actually prepared with the money already in your pocket).

I miss my little guy, but I kinda sorta can't wait to see who this big little guy becomes.

Next up: something I made. Not sure what - I've got a few things ready to show :)


  1. What a wonderful Auntie you must be!!!!

  2. Cute post! He sounds like a hoot! So nice that you get to spend so much time with him!

  3. Awww...this sounds like something I could have written about my son. He'll be 13 (!!!!!!) in 10 days and I feel so sad and happy at the same time. He's not my baby anymore and he's started to display some rather typical teenager-style (read: crappy and annoying) behaviour patterns, but I still remember the 3-year-old with his tiny hand in mine...seriously, don't get me started...

    BTW: Whith a post like this, I think you're broody, hahahahahahaha!!!!!

    Have a great weekend, Love from London xo

  4. I have these heart-splitting moments a lot too. But it's always over remembering what they used to be like and not how they are now. Occasionally, when they are sweet now, I secretly devour the moment. Secretly because teens don't like you to make a big fuss, etc. It's the eyeball rolling phase.

  5. ohh Beth that's such a sweet post about your nephew!! Can't wait to hear more stories about him and get to know this little man through you:) I loved the part about the ice cream man:)
    Hope you're having a great weekend!!!

  6. Oooo Beth that's such a lovely and post about your little nephew:) I just love reading stories about him, and getting to know this little guy through you:) I just loved the part with the ice cream man!!
    Hope you're having a great weekend!!

  7. Oh hey, I was gonna comment on this! It slipped my mind, apparently.

    Here it goes: I cannot wait to hear what you'll be like on his wedding day. Or prom even!

    Haha :p



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