attention, how in the world is there going to be time for any of your mom and dad’s friends and family to pour any attention on you? Well, I suppose the only way is to be just as cute as can be and try to be entertaining. So, when I was born, I liked the fact my parents gave me a straight up, easy to say name Jake so no one would stumble trying to remember or say my name. I am me, I keep it real, what you see is what you get. Yes siree, I am as forthright as little boys can be.
Early on, I learned to ham it up to get folks to laugh. I
cannot stand to see anyone down, especially my mommy or my daddy. At the least
sign of sadness, I simply must come up with something hilarious to do. Bet you didn’t know this but some children
come by this naturally. I am one such child.
It is innate in me, I can just open my eyes, shut them and then open
them back up in a way that makes everyone crack up laughing. I can dance, giggle, talk funny, and act
goofy on the spot, and make someone go from feeling glum to feeling happy. I
delight in this and realize this must be one of my main gifts.
I am not known for having volume control but that is also
for a purpose. In a house with two other children, within 2 1/2 years of my
age, how do you expect me to be heard with a whisper? I have learned being loud
gets you the attention. Thus, I can shout loud, repeatedly and with command
that says “Hey, I am talking, listen; I am in control of the situation!” For a short small little guy, it is amazing
how bossy I can be when I want to.
Perhaps that is why mommy has come up with that chair she sometimes has me
sit in that is placed strategically in the corner. But honestly, let’s not get into that. I so
seldom have to sit there. Why dwell on the negative. And when I do, my darling little smile gets
me out quickly!
I am a good eater.
Well, most of the time. As a
baby, I would eat about anything put before me. When I learned my siblings were
picky, I decided, hey if they can get away with it, why not me? However, I prefer to not go hungry so
sometimes I dog that idea completely.
Plus I prefer to get head nods from my folks. If the other two want to get reprimanded for
not eating their meals, go for it! It just makes me look that much better!
I don’t need anyone to help me fight my fights, though I
think my sister would help me if I needed her. Well, maybe she would, when she
wasn’t fighting with me herself. I can
stand up on my own though, quite well, daddy says. I came out of the womb with
a good
My vocabulary gets bigger as I grow. Heck, it is grower
quicker than I am! I am not sure why but everyone seems to think it is funny
when I say expressions all the time like Holy Molly or Oh my goodness. I have
no idea where I picked those up but they seem to fit so many things I need to
say so I use them quite a bit. They sure
seem to amuse adults when I say them too!
Oh and I did pick up a few, what Grandma calls, no-no
words. Boy, you should have seen her
face when I said one around her. Now
that was funny, she turned a weird color on her face! What she said next though wasn't too
funny. I don’t know where I heard those
words though. Nobody in my family says those and I sure didn't learn them from
church. All I know is saying them is
getting a great deal of attention but all the wrong kind! I prefer laughter responses!
There is one thing Grandpa Jim loves about me. I am obsessed
with equipment, building machines. Oh
you know, the boys toys that run the gamut. That would be things like
bulldozers, firetrucks, and trains. I
bug him every chance I get to take me on a ride on his lawn mower, I fondly
call it a tractor. I must use up a ton of fuel but he doesn't say a thing. I
think that is because it gives us male bonding time. I am sorta like his male friend, even though
I am only 4, don’t let that fool you. I am still a pretty good companion and
darn likable. I am super easy to get
along with. Mom says the girls are going
to love me. Heck, one of her friend’s little girls already likes to kiss me and
that started when I turned 4. Can you imagine what it will be like when I turn
10?
I think Grandpa bought a Christmas train to put around his
tree just for me. He will never admit it but he lets me play with it even
though half the time I pull it off the track. That train plays the most
irritating song over and over again but I don’t care, just as long as it chugs
along that track over and over again and I get to run the controls. I am the
conductor and that is pretty cool for a little guy. I put my head down along
the train and yell, “Here is comes,” over and over again. Wow, the only thing cooler than that is
riding a tractor or playing with my iPad.
I think some people think I am obsessed with these things. Don’t tell them this but there are worse
things I could do. At least I have an
interest in something. Some boys are
boring. I am interesting, and I am good
at almost everything I do. Did I mention
I am really good at almost everything I do?
Many people don’t know that little boys can have special
talents. One of mine is ventriloquism. Yes, I can talk out of the side of my
mouth! Just ask anyone who knows me well. I can say anything, and make any
sound out of the side of my mouth at any time.
It is something to see. I have no idea why my family laughs at me. When
I make a lot of money paying for my education doing this as a side job, we will
see who gets the last laugh. Frankly, I think they are just jealous. Plus it comes in handy when I want to talk
back. They can’t make out what I am
really saying or I can make it sound like it came from someone else in the
house!
I think you can tell a lot about a person by who they hang
with and what they say. I hang out with
mostly fun people. I don’t like negative kids because I am just not made that
way. I love being with my mommy because
she is pretty and also Lindsey. She is a gorgeous little blonde that likes to
kiss me. Oh, I may be small but I know a good thing when I see it! My first words were things like Mommy, Daddy,
love you and kiss. I learned to laugh
right at the same time I learned to cry. See, happy babies are satisfied babies
and I am that, content. I love life, I
love my family and I love growing, learning and exploring.
My personality is much bigger than my size. And I do not need anyone to fight my
battles. I am not going to be bossed
around by anybody, not even my big sister. I think this ticks her off to no
end. Sometimes mommy needs to set me
straight on this because I forget my place in the pecking order and want to be the
top dog. She reminds me I am not the man
of the house. Oh, if I was, boy would I
run things differently. We would all have candy every night in place of dinner.
When I look back on my life, thus far, I see images of a
happy faced little boy. It seems I have always been smiling, always full of joy
and always been loved. So, yeah, I may be the youngest of three, and I may not
have gotten all the attention I want, but I have always gotten what I
need. I enjoy giving back what I receive
and it shows. It shows in the faces of
those who know me and love me. This is something I have learned from my family
and my family learns from me.
Grandma Ronni says my daddy use to say, when he was little,
if he had to be an animal, he wanted to be a monkey. When she would ask him
why, he would reply, because he wanted the ability to make everyone laugh so
they would not be sad. I love that
answer because there is so much sadness in the world, but not in our
house. I feel just like my daddy does.
I do want the world, my world, to be happy. And so, one day at a time, from the
day I was born, till now, age finally four, I can say, without a doubt, I am
living the dream, of accomplishing that! Every morning I wake up with a great
disposition. I am happier than the day before. I came out yelling when I was
born and everyone in the delivery room took it as me screaming from unhappiness
but heck, I was just clearing my lungs and letting out my Wow, I am here “Hello
World!”
