First of all, thank you to my mommy friends who have offered encouragement and Jacob-friendly food suggestions, in light of my posts earlier this week. I think we may have just had a mini-breakthrough. I’ll keep you posted as the saga continues.
Now, on to business.
Take a look at the photo below. Beside Jacob gazing very seriously into his sippy cup, what do you see?
A butterfly? Yes, indeed. A butterfly. The manufacturer calls it “Freddie the Firefly,” and we do refer to him as Freddie, but I’d say it’s a butterfly. Freddie the Butterfly.
At this point, butterflies are an integral part of my daily life. I have The Very Hungry Caterpillar just about memorized. “In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf. . . .”
I recognize that, as the mother of a young child, I am better versed in some of the simpler things in life than other folks are–things that are forgotten as more important matters usurp brain space. I understand that there can be mental lapses in high-pressure situations, like being on TV (if you haven’t seen this, check it out, except if you’re somewhere where you’re supposed to be quiet and productive: http://youtu.be/Sv5woNs9WRE ). I will even admit that I mistook a chipmunk for a squirrel in junior high–and shortly after I was named salutatorian of my class, to boot.
Yet recently, two random adults have–with total confidence–referred to Freddie as a caterpillar. Not a recently morphed caterpillar who is now a butterfly. Just a caterpillar.
I was surprised but understanding the first time it happened. I was kind of shocked when the scene replayed itself with a totally different person later that week. Neither time did I have the heart to make the correction. I figure, it’s not confusing Jacob yet (just me), so I let it go. I nodded and said something like, “Yes, Jacob loves Freddie.”
Freddie the Butterfly. Who has wings. And can fly. And for the record, is not a caterpillar.