He won't readily pose for any photograph. He certainly won't perform on demand. He has a one-track mind and it is a track made for racing. He has something to say but won't unless he's assured of a patient, captive audience--one who will take seriously his very serious ideas and opinions (this trait he shares with his mother). He's a wonder to watch. He loves both his sisters. The two-year-old he loves silently and batters audibly, the 4-month-old gets all his coos and caresses in an obvious show of adoration. In the car today we had a brief conversation about how great it will be when Hazel is old enough to play. This very idea lit up his face. A few minutes later I turned, concerned at the silence in the rear and saw Seth sandwiched by sisters, holding the hand of each, grinning ear to ear. They sat this way smiling for several minutes (okay, maybe 4). The very idea of this little act is enough to light up my face--the very act of it--well, you can imagine.
Seth is a builder. He builds with whatever materials are at hand: blocks, tracks, crayons, a mound of mac 'n cheese...it's incessant, really. It is scarily easy to let the impressionable matter of our littles' minds escape us and simple deflect, distract, or discipline the whines and whimpers that often escape their mouths. Seth is a builder and if allowed, his beautiful mind will build beautiful beautiful things to come.