Apparently I had forgotten this in the 10 years that have passed between my two children.
Butters finds anything and everything on the floor - often this is little tiny pieces of fabric at my house, but he is not picky. Pebbles, stale puffs, crumbs, leaves...the stuff he finds in the carpet makes me feel like I don't clean my house, even though I vacuum almost every day. We have hit the point where I need eyes in the back of my head. My oldest was actually completely convinced that Nana had eyes in the back of her head. My mom would tell him when he was a toddler that she had eyes behind her hair in the back of her head. He, being a toddler, was convinced. He would try to move the hair on the back of her head to see them, but she would always seem to move away in time so he couldn't quite prove her wrong. Nana would be in the kitchen with her back to him, and it would often go like this:
"Nana, can you see me with the eyes behind your hair?"
"Yes, I can!"
"Can you close them please?"
This normally involved him doing something naughty.
Remembering this today made me really look forward to Butters being a toddler, but also made me miss the special interactions that I had with my now 11-year-old when he was little. People always say to treasure it while you have it...but I don't think you can truly understand why until you don't have it anymore. I guess it never really hit me until recently that I'll never have that with him again. Now, he prefers playing video games, talking on the phone to his friends and planning his next moves with his Yu-Gi-Oh deck. Don't misunderstand - he tells me when he has problems at school, and uses me as a sounding board when he needs to problem solve. But...it's different.
