|Judah at 9 weeks in the womb waving “Hi.”|
The words “particular” and “interesting” could not even begin to sum up my son Judah. I was in the middle of planning my wedding when he decided to be conceived and I am sure it’s because he didn’t want to miss out on the cake. He can smell cake all the way upstairs.
One thing my husband and I really hoped for was that Judah would have our artistic genes. Mine simply passed right out the window with Cody who has no interest in such things. So halfway through my pregnancy I decided to switch his middle name we’d chosen (Christian) to Eliott. When I first started writing my Father had given me a book by T.S. Eliot that I still had fond memories of and my husband and I were both dear fans of the late Elliott Smith. Since T.S. Eliot had one L and one T and Elliott Smith had two L’s and two T’s, I gave Judah one L for T.S. Eliot and two T’s for Elliott Smith. Also two T’s for our last name Tippit. There was a lot of thought in this as you can see. His first name came from, “Hey Jude” and Billie gave it the formality of Judah meaning “The Praised One” and historically where the word Judaism derives from as the name comes from the Tribe of Judah wherein Jesus was a direct descendant. My husband is Agnostic but this interested him. So it was that my son’s name became Judah Eliott and to help him along on his artistic path of understanding decent music my husband would play music to my belly with light shows and Judah would kick and kick and kick…
|I put a headband on him when his hair got so long and I had no heart to cut it. 😛|
Shortly after Judah was born all his hair fell out into a natural Mohawk. His personality fit the bill. He began having particularities early on and although the doctors said that children only have a two minute attention span I have to disagree. Judah would sit for whole lengths of time just drawing pictures with shadows. From the moment he learned to walk he loved following lines and he would want to listen to the same songs on the radio over and over again so he could pick out the “tskish” of the hi-hat cymbal.
|Judah with Daddy’s snare drum.|
When Judah turned 1 he stumbled across Elmo. My Grandmother Dorothy had sent him an Elmo puppet book where you could put your fingers inside and make him clap or sing. One day I put Elmo’s Song on Youtube to go with the book and that was that. Judah loved Elmo. Judah LOVES Elmo. Judah, in fact, probably believes Elmo to be the almighty ruler of our Household to whom we must praise with the Elmo Song. His first song he ever sang was Elmo’s Song, the words “La la la la la la la la” became a chant that demanded Mommy & Daddy to sing on command. One Elmo led to another Elmo to another Elmo to another Elmo….. and now our entire house is filled with Elmo.
|Which one is different?|
One thing that the Elmo obsession did teach us was how amazingly intelligent our son really was. Judah began to recite whole dialogs of Sesame Street at 1 1/2 and could remember every book he’d read. He wasn’t completely capable of saying all the words but he recognized the voice fluctuations and would babble in the same highs and lows we would. It became so particular that for certain books only one of us could read them because that was how he remembered it went and we each had our different ways of reading.
|Daddy reading Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can you?|
Judah absolutely loves to learn. His memory surpasses any other child I personally know. At this current time he has memorized over 14 different sets of flash cards (which he absolutely LOVES), over 100 different fruits and vegetables (he really loves his Bistro and plastic foods), every color including silver & gold, every shape including hexagon/octagon/pentagon, all his numbers up to 25 which he can count on his own, over 20 different books by heart, three movies, a dozen episodes of Sesame Street and half a dozen songs. My husband says I look at Judah sometimes as though he were a science project, ha! But honestly I just stare at him sometimes because I am completely amazed and fascinated by my son. He is really amazing.
We spend our day together. He kind of rules the household, or thinks he does. I have a very particular schedule that he has tied himself to and that we hope we can eventually deviate from without him getting irritated at us about it. We took all those books seriously about scheduling and are now realizing that we doomed ourselves to ever having any spontaneity. Judah has a paid satellite channel called “Baby First T.V. which we got to cut out on the commercials and is an education based channel for infants and toddlers. We watch this all day long pretty much unless the T.V. is off because Judah doesn’t like normal T.V. and mopes or Mommy gets too sucked into normal channels and isn’t paying attention to the eleventh reading of Wocket in my Pocket. /smile
|Judah with his Elmo Chair watching T.V.|
A few weeks ago he spent an entire week waking up in the middle of the night and giving his Father and I such a fret that something was wrong only to realize it was because we took out the red blanket he sleeps on. My son is quite particular about some things but it would be nice if he’d let us in on what they were before making a fuss. We’re trying to break him of some of the habits he’s created, like biting everything before playing with it but the rest is just him. I love that he has such an abundant personality and even though particulars are annoying right now, when he gets older it’s important that he knows what he likes and dislikes and how and who he wants to be. His Father is quite particular and stubborn himself so I know just where he gets it from. Ha!
|Daddy helping him fly.|
He may or may not become some amazing artistic talent. He does happen to actually play the piano rather than beat on it and play the guitar instead of hammering the strings, but that’s because he loves music like his Daddy. He looks just like his Daddy, he sleeps just like his Daddy and sometimes when he scrunches his eyebrows in thought I think to myself, “He thinks like his Daddy too.” I’m just waiting for the day he decides to put on a pair of Billie’s shoes and start stomping around the house. They are something, those two. I’m both a blessed Mother and a blessed woman for having them.. particularities and stubbornness included.
I hadn’t written a lot about him on here. I have ‘Cody’s Moments’ and a lot of the stories in my life that were impacting revolve around Cody as I grew up with him and he was my reason. So I wanted to write about my youngest son and how amazing and beautiful he is. I’m really happy he decided to interrupt my wedding planning to say “Hi” and to share with me some wedding cake. He’s made all of our lives interesting and special around here. And although I am really exhausted by the Elmo’s Song, I would sing it a hundred billion zillion times to see that beautiful heart breaking smile that of course he gets from his Daddy.