Somewhere in the blur of life and loss and whatever else, I stopped blogging about Dean with regularity. And that's silly. He deserves to be featured on the blog. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and their sisters keep everyone updated on his day-to-day activities, but he really does merit a big ol' blog post, at least every once in a while. He is, after all, my favorite muse.
His last haircut, which was...unfortunate, has grown out, finally. He is very excited about summer, particularly the parts of summer involving popsicles, ice cream cones and sno cones. We'll be visiting his cousins and going to the beach very soon. I don't think he realizes there's a pool at the house where we're staying. He's going to lose his mind.
He's a decent eater these days, still enjoying every fruit there is and pretty fond of veggies. But oh, my, does he love candy, too. He would sit down with a spoon and a jar of Nutella and gorge himself if I'd let him. He likes the idea of chocolate milk, but not the actual product. We get tickled when he asks for "cold meat," which either means salami or cold-cut ham. He has a brand new aversion to overly crunchy things, unless it's fried chicken skin, in which case BRING IT ON. (Gag) He asked me to peel the crunchy part off his piece of pizza the other day. When I told him I couldn't really do that, he proceeded to yank the top off with his fingers, leaving only the bottom of the crust. It was pretty gross to watch.
He's rarely happier than when he's playing "guys." Each of us has our specially assigned super hero name (or villain name), but they change, so you'd better keep up. My mom and dad are Cat Woman and Killer Croc. Marcus and I alternate between The Penguin Guy and The Joker or Clayface and Poison Ivy. (We are in our Batman phase, you see.)
Dean likes to watch toy review videos on YouTube, which is strange and boring. However, he can tell you every single feature of every single toy in the Imaginext line. He has big dreams of "Going to Fisher Price." I keep explaining that they are the manufacuterers, but he doesn't get it. In his little mind, there is a grand place called Fisher Price, chock full o' toys. His imagination is amazing and I'm so glad he has an active one.
He brings us smiles and laugh, silliness and sweetness. He truly is my sunshine.
He's also Spiderman. (except when he's Batman)