Our blog was created shortly after Dharma was born. It, like Dharma, is almost 3 years old.
This morning, while drinking coffee and eating a bagel, I decided to re-read our profile write up about "us".
Here it is. . .
Ethan was born in 2002. He is quiet and introspective. He enjoys playing on the computer and drawing. Maya was born in 2004. She is full of energy and loves to explore. She is very physical and loves dancing, jumping from high places and standing on her head. Dharma was born November 2006. So far, he's quiet and he loves to eat. He seems pretty calm up to now, too. Amanda and Todd got together in 1999 and are the proud parents in this family.
Now, Ethan and Maya are still fitting the description. On the other hand, Dharma has really changed!
For those of you who have experienced our Dharma, you will know that he is a Tazmanian Devil, at best of times. He has not learned the concept of rules, boundaries, or personal space. Well, maybe he has been learning, but has decided to scrap those ideas and go forward with his own. He often challenges Todd and I on everything and anything, just to be different.. or difficult. "Dharma get down!" Yes, he is climbing the table to get on top of the kitchen counter where he is reaching for the hair cutting scissors.... "DHARMA!". Finally he gets down, but not because he is listening to me. He has what he was looking for, not scissors, but hand lotion. Coming back to me, he drops it, and tells me "Mommy, I don't like you". He says this calmly. I say "I love you Dharma". He replies with another "I don't like you"... Maya and Ethan egg it on by laughing and telling him to say it again. This is an interesting stage we are going through, one that requires patience and understanding... and a lot of YOGA. Without the Yoga, I'm a stress ball. That is a whole other chapter.
I have to close with this... Maya says "I'm going to sell Dharma for FREE". Dharma replies, "I don't like you".
Ethan chimes in, "I love you Dharma". Dharma again closes with, "I don't like you".
One of those mornings.
