Errol is a happy kid. There's just a few things that Errol doesn't like: shots, poopy diapers (who does), the Bush administration's foreign policy (he thinks it's wreckless).
Errol likes most things, but there are a few things he really loves (his hooting lets you know). Here's a couple of his all time favorites (in no particular order).
Mama
His hand (mostly to look at, but also for the occasional snack)
The dog (Frenchie licks him all over-he loves it)
His brother, Owen
Singing
Daddy
Daddy Singing!
Flourescent lights (go figure)
School (hoot! hoot!)
Zen buddhism (not really)
The game where we put a towel over his head (it sounds horrible, but he really likes it) and then sing "Where is Errol?" and then pull the towel away to reveal a smiling boy
Sitting up (he's getting so strong)
Strolling
Eating (Peas!)
His grandparents
His pinwheel (he loves it!)
His teachers
The wind on his face (the fan is his favorite substitute)
His other hand
His uncles, aunts, and cousins
Naps
Blogging
Music
1 comment:
Dear Jonathan,
This is just the sweetest list, Jonathan. You do realize that you are a fantastic, fantastic writer, I assume? It is a gift, a grace I think, to be able to insert humor into serious situations. I feel sorry for people who can't do that. Well, you come by it naturally. Your Popie (not sure how to spell that, my Uncle Sapie) was a total nut. Case in point: when he was in the hospital, dying as it turned out, remember he had had his teeth pulled and the infection got into his system - well, his face was all bruised and he had been through such an ordeal. He had an oxygen mask on his face, and he pulled it up so he could say this to me, "Jeannie, you know how I got this bruise on my face?" "No, UncaBunca, how?" "The nurse (one of his caregivers)socked me one!" This was told with his usual mischievous grin on his face. It is one of my most meaningful and special memories, and informs my life in an important way.
You're like that - and it gives so much light and life to everyone. I really think you are giving everyone a gift by this writing, Jonathan. Not only to your family and those who love you all, but also to the world.
This little fellow, Errol, touches you in such a way that you give his spirit and life to the world in your writing. Maybe Errol isn't aware of the gift, but we are. He, and you, and your family, are making a difference in our lives - and I believe that this writing will extend further than this blog.
Sorry, didn't mean to go on. I love the list. It is precious and beautiful.
Love, Marigene
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