The Little Voice is coming!
This means that my SO and I have been busy getting ready for the Little Voice like we would prepare for royalty. Maybe even working with more enthusiasm than if royalty were visiting.
We've cleaned up all the cat hair we can find until the long-haired, grumpy kitty throws more hair. I swear that she manufactures a new layer of undergrowth every twenty minutes or so. We've changed and cleaned the litter box to rid the place of the odor that only a cat litter box can produce. (Large poultry farms have nothing on the family cat's litter box smell.) We've dusted, vacuumed, and brought out toys, puzzles, dinosaurs, books, crayons, stuffed animals and tub toys. His favorite cookies are fresh and warm, right out of the oven. There is milk, cheese, and his favorite bread.
The work is done. Now we just get to have fun and play with The Little Voice.
Books are always a great hit. Memorization usually takes place and if you leave out a page, The Little Voice will remind you. If we forget a nursery rhyme, no problem. He probably knows it by heart.
The Little Voice has a wonderful sense of humor and loves it when we find something funny about what he is doing. We become clowns and comedians without even trying. It is very easy to make him laugh and then he'll ask for an encore performance.........over and over and over and.....well, you get the idea.
Bedtime is precious. First there is the requisite bathtub play time. Then he gets all sweet-smellin', gets into the pj's, grabs a blanket, and is ready to snuggle for bedtime book time.
When he says "I love you." massive adult melting occurs.
The next morning is pure pleasure when you open the door and a big smile spreads over his face as he grins from ear to ear.
He should be here soon.
I think I'll go press my nose to the window on the front door and wait for The Little Voice.
Ancora imparo
