my gus

my sweet boy

sweet, sweet boy...but yet

somehow, he's turned into a little man.  or super gus....

it happened sometime between his 2nd birthday & now. 
his chest is puffed out a bit, no?

he's not yet 2 1/2.  but somehow in the last 5 months or so he's gone from my sweet little boy to quite the little man. 

seriously.  i couldn't teach this stuff if i tried. 

he loves super heroes.  to 'fight the bad guys' and 'save you sissy' as he puffs out his chest & puts his hands on his hips.

today he was super gus...
sg:  you need help, mama?
mama:  yes!  yes super gus, i do!
sg:  what you need, mama?
mama:  i need a hug.  i need a hug from my super gus!
sg:  (gives me a quick hug).  that's enough mama.  now what you REALLY need?  i fight da bad guys.  (then runs off, chest puffed, arms & hands out in front of him superman style).

he loves to dig in the dirt & rocks....taking truck loads to & fro.  to smash bugs between his fingers (even rolly pollys, much to his sissy's horror). to throw things. and bang them. and take pretty much everything he touches apart, leaving it broken.  clay calls him captain destructo these days.

he also loves airplanes.  he's been flying a little blue airplane that myrtle & harold the great gave luci years ago for Christmas for hours a day for over a week now.  in fact, he played with it for 2 hours in bed tonight before finally falling asleep.  via the baby monitor...
[airplane vrooooomming noise]
"hi daddy.  hi daddy.  you want strawberry or vanilla daddy?  okay, strawberry?  i'll ask my mama, daddy.  i miss you dad.  i miss you daddy.  good bye daddy.  gunight daddy.  sweet dreams daddy.  dat was delicious, mama."
he's fancy like that, flying his airplane to his daddy to share ice cream.  then coming back home & telling mama thanks.  he's got good manners, that sweet boy of mine :)