BigBrother is a smart dude. He always has been. A typical first child, he was quick to learn words, numbers, letters, shapes and colors. But he’s had his own issues with which he struggled. I mean, don’t we all have our own things that trip us up?

BigBrother has struggled with some texture issues over the years. A recent example makes me cringe as it involves vomit after attempting to taste a strawberry. I won’t explain it in detail. But we’ve dealt with this for years. He’s a very picky eater because of these issues. Not only do new foods usually result in gagging but he simply can’t touch wet foods with his fingers (think of cantaloupe or the inside of a grape). Veggies were out of the question. Certain meats couldn’t be swallowed. Juice was unacceptable. And he prefers to use a brush to paint with as finger paints kind of squick him out. We’ve learned to deal in some ways but we’ve continued to expose him to new things in hopes that the constant exposure would help him.

Things have been slowly improving over the past few months culminating in some big changes just this month.

BigBrother now drinks juice. He now not only eats but likes cooked carrots. Last night, the child ate peas. (I almost fell off my chair.) He recently and willingly ate chicken. A few days ago, he ate half of a grape, touching the wet part first. He told me after he swallowed that he wouldn’t be doing that again but, hey, he chewed and swallowed the bite. I was pleased. And then, this past weekend, he did something totally out of character.

He touched a fish.

The Easter Bunny brought a fishing pole for BigBrother earlier this month. As the weather was fabulous this past weekend, FireDad decided that we’d go to a friend’s private pond after supper one evening (during which BigBrother ate a Sloppy Joe sandwich without prodding). BigBrother caught about seven fish while LittleBrother whined and cried that I wouldn’t let him jump into the water. BigBrother was intensely proud. What shocked us most wasn’t how he reeled in the fish with skill or how the activity kept his attention for so long. No, it was the touching of the fish. And not so much the first time… but he asked to touch the next fish that he caught as well. Shocked doesn’t cover it.

While I don’t have a picture of BigBrother touching the fish, I can’t not share this one.

Learning to Fish

I don’t know why BigBrother is suddenly more open to different textures and experiences. I don’t know if it will stop tomorrow. But I do know that I am very proud of all that he has been doing lately. He’s growing into quite the awesome little dude. I mean, have you touched a fish? Did you ask to do it again? And do you have texture issues? Right. Awesome indeed.

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These two brothers adore their daddy. I mean, so do I. And not just FireDad but I adore my own father. They’re similar in nature that they’re both very involved, very loving and generally fun dads. You know, except when BigBrother attempts to smart mouth me (oh, preschool) and FireDad has to remind him to use his manners in his Daddy Voice. But, generally, these two boys simply adore their daddy.

Which is why BigBrother is having a hard time as of late.

The realities of fire life and the schedule firefighters keep is starting to dawn on BigBrother. FireDad works 24 hours at the fire department and then has two full days at home with the boys (and me!). He normally leaves on his shift day before either of the boys wake up for the day. However, on Thursday, he had a class (followed by the rest of his shift) and so he didn’t leave until 7:15. As BigBrother is a seven-zero-zero riser, he got to spend a few minutes with his daddy before FireDad had to leave. Well, this resulted in tears and some necessary cuddling with me to get him to calm down. FireDad promised to spend a few minutes with BigBrother when his class was over at 5:00 in the afternoon before he had to go to the fire house to finish his shift.

Except that his class ended early. At 3:00. Which is the time that I pick BigBrother up from preschool. And then we had errands to run. So, we totally missed FireDad. We did stop at the fire department for a few minutes. But BigBrother was rather upset.

So when FireDad came home this morning, BigBrother said to him, in the saddest voice ever, “Daddy, will you stay with me today?” And normally, the answer would be yes. But not today. FireDad needed to go help his grandfather with some outdoor work. This news was not received well and has resulted in a very grumpy BigBrother thus far today.

It used to be acceptable to tell BigBrother that FireDad was at work. For LittleBrother, it still is. But BigBrother wants time with daddy as of late. I think that perhaps tomorrow I will make sure that the two of them get some one-on-one time. But for today, I’ll have to offer some extra cuddles and extra patience to a little boy who misses his hero.

In fact, I kind of miss him too…

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