Conversations with a four-year-old

Conversations with a four-year-old

Now that he's 4 1/3 years old, Toby desperately wants to act grown-up, but of course he's still so little. He says such nutty, sweet things as he tries to navigate it all. (If only I could freeze him at this age! My nostalgia levels are sky high these days.) For example...

Me: “When Anton gets bigger, you can talk and read together.”
Toby: “When he gets bigger, we can be twins!"

Me: “Sorry I was on my computer this morning. I had a work emergency.”
Toby: “Did the firemen come?”

Toby: "Mama, how old are you?"
Me: "Thirty five."
Toby: "But that is so many years!!! How can you be that many years?!!"

He has always had an imaginary friend named Dun Dun, but now Toby also has an imaginary wife named Bo and two children—Matt, 6, and Janna, 2. They drive a silver minivan and live in Montclair, New Jersey. They go to dinner with their married friends, Brad and Mary, who have three kids: George, Stella and Paul. The whole thing is hilarious and totally bizarre, and I have no idea where it all came from. We spend a lot of time talking about his family. And he's a really nice dad! Toby often prefers to push Matt and Janna in the swings than swing himself, so he'll stand there talking to himself while pushing two empty swings. :)

"Can I sleep in my belly today?" (meaning taking a nap without a shirt)

Anton: "Doggee!"
Us: “Anton, that’s not a dog, that’s a llama.”
Toby: “Like North Carollama?”

He's also trying to figure out how to make jokes. For example, the other day he came up to me at the playground and said, "Hi, Mama, I’m Dr. Person! Dr. Person...Is that funny?"

Toby: "Did I come to your wedding?"
Me: "No, you weren’t born yet. You were almost in my belly, but not quite."
Toby: “So I wasn’t anymore?"

Me, at bedtime: “Would you like a story or a song?”
Toby: "No, Mama. Let's just talk."
Toby, I love you times a million. You'll always be my baby.

What have your kids been talking about recently? What are they into? How old are they? I'd love to hear...

P.S. Conversations with Toby when he was two, three, three-and-a-half and almost four. Plus, dates with your child. (And I cannot wait until little Anton starts talking!!!)

(Top photo from our trip to England)
Now that he's 4 1/3 years old, Toby desperately wants to act grown-up, but of course he's still so little. He says such nutty, sweet things as he tries to navigate it all. (If only I could freeze him at this age! My nostalgia levels are sky high these days.) For example...

Me: “When Anton gets bigger, you can talk and read together.”
Toby: “When he gets bigger, we can be twins!"

Me: “Sorry I was on my computer this morning. I had a work emergency.”
Toby: “Did the firemen come?”

Toby: "Mama, how old are you?"
Me: "Thirty five."
Toby: "But that is so many years!!! How can you be that many years?!!"

He has always had an imaginary friend named Dun Dun, but now Toby also has an imaginary wife named Bo and two children—Matt, 6, and Janna, 2. They drive a silver minivan and live in Montclair, New Jersey. They go to dinner with their married friends, Brad and Mary, who have three kids: George, Stella and Paul. The whole thing is hilarious and totally bizarre, and I have no idea where it all came from. We spend a lot of time talking about his family. And he's a really nice dad! Toby often prefers to push Matt and Janna in the swings than swing himself, so he'll stand there talking to himself while pushing two empty swings. :)

"Can I sleep in my belly today?" (meaning taking a nap without a shirt)

Anton: "Doggee!"
Us: “Anton, that’s not a dog, that’s a llama.”
Toby: “Like North Carollama?”

He's also trying to figure out how to make jokes. For example, the other day he came up to me at the playground and said, "Hi, Mama, I’m Dr. Person! Dr. Person...Is that funny?"

Toby: "Did I come to your wedding?"
Me: "No, you weren’t born yet. You were almost in my belly, but not quite."
Toby: “So I wasn’t anymore?"

Me, at bedtime: “Would you like a story or a song?”
Toby: "No, Mama. Let's just talk."
Toby, I love you times a million. You'll always be my baby.

What have your kids been talking about recently? What are they into? How old are they? I'd love to hear...

P.S. Conversations with Toby when he was two, three, three-and-a-half and almost four. Plus, dates with your child. (And I cannot wait until little Anton starts talking!!!)

(Top photo from our trip to England)
Conversations with a four-year-old
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Dates with your child

Dates with your child

For his fourth birthday, Toby got what he had always wanted: A sports jacket. When he opened the box, his eyes lit up. Gold buttons! Lapels! POCKETS! It made him look just like Daddy and will come in handy should he get married this year.

To celebrate, we planned a date. We have gone on a few mama/son dates lately—a tradition we had years ago that was put on hiatus after Anton was born. It's so, so nice to have some time alone to chat and laugh and follow his lead and go exactly at his speed (for example, taking detours to climb every single step/rock/curb/ramp/incline on the way to the restaurant).

During dinner, as we wait patiently (it's hard to wait!) for the food to arrive, Toby always asks for stories about before he was born. So last night, over burgers at Shake Shack, I told him how I met Alex and how we went to the movies and how we got married and how we had a sweet sweet baby. "And do you know what we named our baby?" I asked. "No," he whispered, eyes wide as saucers. "Toby," I told him. Mind. Blown.
Here is Toby telling me how he met Dun Dun, his beloved imaginary friend. (On a boat in Holland, it turns out.)

It was such a sweet evening and reminded me how nice it is to carve out one-on-one time for people you love. It's such a different pleasure from being in a group! (Also, didn't you love asking your parents about when they were younger? I remember that so distinctly.)

P.S. A three-year-old in conversation, and an awesome trick for grown-up dates.
For his fourth birthday, Toby got what he had always wanted: A sports jacket. When he opened the box, his eyes lit up. Gold buttons! Lapels! POCKETS! It made him look just like Daddy and will come in handy should he get married this year.

To celebrate, we planned a date. We have gone on a few mama/son dates lately—a tradition we had years ago that was put on hiatus after Anton was born. It's so, so nice to have some time alone to chat and laugh and follow his lead and go exactly at his speed (for example, taking detours to climb every single step/rock/curb/ramp/incline on the way to the restaurant).

During dinner, as we wait patiently (it's hard to wait!) for the food to arrive, Toby always asks for stories about before he was born. So last night, over burgers at Shake Shack, I told him how I met Alex and how we went to the movies and how we got married and how we had a sweet sweet baby. "And do you know what we named our baby?" I asked. "No," he whispered, eyes wide as saucers. "Toby," I told him. Mind. Blown.
Here is Toby telling me how he met Dun Dun, his beloved imaginary friend. (On a boat in Holland, it turns out.)

It was such a sweet evening and reminded me how nice it is to carve out one-on-one time for people you love. It's such a different pleasure from being in a group! (Also, didn't you love asking your parents about when they were younger? I remember that so distinctly.)

P.S. A three-year-old in conversation, and an awesome trick for grown-up dates.
Dates with your child
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Toby in conversation

Toby in conversation

Toby is turning four in a few weeks. I can't believe it! He's in such a funny in-between phase of childhood. Sometimes it feels like I'm talking to a likeminded friend—and he'll use words like "actually" and "eventually" and "so, anyway..." But then, he'll do something that reminds me how small and innocent he is, like when he plays with his imaginary friend Dun Dun or gets scared of his shadow. Here are a few sweet things he's said recently...

Man at the airport: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Toby (after thinking it over seriously): A dinosaur.

"Look! There's the Statue of Literby!"

"Fortilla."

Toby's preschool teacher got married this winter, and ever since, he has been obsessed with weddings. He proposes to our babysitter, he tries on my wedding ring, he wants to look at our wedding photos every night before bed. His teachers recently wrote in his weekly school report, "We enjoyed watching Toby play. He went on a date and got engaged.” Yes. Of course he did. :)

"Daddy, are you having wine?"
"Yes."
"But don't drink all the wine! You have to save some for Mommy!"

Toby's birthday wishlist:
1. A real duck
2. A birthday cake
3. A drum set
4. A real house
5. Matzah crackers
6. A tool set
7. A sports jacket (for weddings)
8. A puzzle
9. A toy truck
10. A real truck

Toby to Alex, very seriously: “Do the Forty-Niners pee?”

After a brutal winter, we went for our first long bike ride, and as the wind swept through our hair, we both felt revitalized. Suddenly I heard him yell from the bike seat behind me: "Mama, I love bike rides! I love you!!! I love ALL THOSE THINGS!!!!!"

"Daddy, what kind of instrument is that?" —at the Natural History Museum, when we walked by a painting of a man holding a musket.

The other day, he held Anton's little cap in his arms and told me, "This is my baby, and she misses her cousins." And then he started whispering to the hat: "I know, I know you miss your cousins. I know. But we will see your friends today, and they are really nice."
I love this little boy so much! Never grow up, Toby:)

What sweet things have your kids been chatting about recently? What are they into? I'd love to hear...

P.S. Toby in conversation as a two-year-old and three-year-old and three-and-a-half-year-old. And his first day of school. And I can't believe he was ever this little :)
Toby is turning four in a few weeks. I can't believe it! He's in such a funny in-between phase of childhood. Sometimes it feels like I'm talking to a likeminded friend—and he'll use words like "actually" and "eventually" and "so, anyway..." But then, he'll do something that reminds me how small and innocent he is, like when he plays with his imaginary friend Dun Dun or gets scared of his shadow. Here are a few sweet things he's said recently...

Man at the airport: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Toby (after thinking it over seriously): A dinosaur.

"Look! There's the Statue of Literby!"

"Fortilla."

Toby's preschool teacher got married this winter, and ever since, he has been obsessed with weddings. He proposes to our babysitter, he tries on my wedding ring, he wants to look at our wedding photos every night before bed. His teachers recently wrote in his weekly school report, "We enjoyed watching Toby play. He went on a date and got engaged.” Yes. Of course he did. :)

"Daddy, are you having wine?"
"Yes."
"But don't drink all the wine! You have to save some for Mommy!"

Toby's birthday wishlist:
1. A real duck
2. A birthday cake
3. A drum set
4. A real house
5. Matzah crackers
6. A tool set
7. A sports jacket (for weddings)
8. A puzzle
9. A toy truck
10. A real truck

Toby to Alex, very seriously: “Do the Forty-Niners pee?”

After a brutal winter, we went for our first long bike ride, and as the wind swept through our hair, we both felt revitalized. Suddenly I heard him yell from the bike seat behind me: "Mama, I love bike rides! I love you!!! I love ALL THOSE THINGS!!!!!"

"Daddy, what kind of instrument is that?" —at the Natural History Museum, when we walked by a painting of a man holding a musket.

The other day, he held Anton's little cap in his arms and told me, "This is my baby, and she misses her cousins." And then he started whispering to the hat: "I know, I know you miss your cousins. I know. But we will see your friends today, and they are really nice."
I love this little boy so much! Never grow up, Toby:)

What sweet things have your kids been chatting about recently? What are they into? I'd love to hear...

P.S. Toby in conversation as a two-year-old and three-year-old and three-and-a-half-year-old. And his first day of school. And I can't believe he was ever this little :)
Toby in conversation
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