Wes was a little unimpressed with the “OMG! FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!” attention that was going on with Nikki and E yesterday. I tried to lavish some attention onto him because he moves up to the official Preschool class, but he saw through my veiled attempts and decided just to be clinging and grumpy ALL DAY. He wouldn’t take a picture with his sister, even when his very tired big brother did. Instead, he spread himself out on the front stairs cuddling the zebra his Daddy had when he was a kid. And even though he’s never shown any affinity for stuffed animals…yesterday THAT ZEBRA was the only thing that would console him. Well, the Zebra and a nap on the brick stairs, evidently.
He wanted to sleep with the Zebra at naptime so I didn’t bother grabbing it when I picked Wes up yesterday. BIG MISTAKE. Had it come home with us, he wouldn’t have touched it all night. But because we left it? It was all he wanted. This was SO WEIRD because he is just NOT a stuffed animal kid. E was. I was. His sister still is. But Wes? Has never really gotten into the whole Stuffed Animal thing. Of course, this was all upsetting during the whole HOW WAS EVERYONE’S FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL? routine. So, I offered him one of my stuffed animals. Me Ewok which my Dad gave me when I was 10. If you’ll recall, that Ewok carries more sentimental value than any other object I own.
Wes curled up with Ewok on the dog bed. Which is second only to the brick front stairs in the Grumpy Spots To Lay Down category. I told him he had to be very careful with it because it was my favorite. And no: HE COULD NOT TAKE IT TO SCHOOL. I’m no dummy. But it was a decent replacement Zebra for the night.
It’s tough being the youngest. This is not something I can empathize with as I am the oldest child. I think yesterday was the first day I really saw the whole Youngest Child Disadvantage thing in action. Haven’t noticed it to such a degree before. Any of you guys youngest in your family? Do you remember the First Day Of School when you were still too young to go? Or will this be one of those days that fades in his memory but not in mine?
Either way – even when he’s grumpy and pouting – my kid is damn adorable too. Good thing, because I’d leave him on that front stoop if he wasn’t.