The Memory

G-Man's memory, that is. It's starting to alarm me the way he remembers things. Like today for example. We were in a Michaels Craft store in Massachusetts about a month ago looking for some ribbon. When we were in the store, we saw some cute felt hats and G-Man wanted to try them on.




So, today, we went to Michaels in Orem. We had been at JoAnns Fabric looking for some ribbon, and went to Michaels to see if they had a bit more. We walked in the door, G-Man looked around and looked up at me and said "Hats. Where hats?"

We found the hats. He put one on, and looked up at me and said, "I say cheese. Cheese!" So I took a picture:



Then he tried on a different hat and said, "I go show Molly and Alice." So, we walked through the store until we found Molly and Alice and then he wanted another picture.


I didn't think he was going to part with the monkey hat for a minute. I really had to convince him the monkey hat was staying at the store.

Stories like this are becoming more frequent with him. I tell Diggity all the time when they happen and he's been really kind to listen and smile and be interested. But I'm not sure if he really believed my stories. Can't blame him. Then last Sunday when we were at church with Matt and Emily, he and G-Man were walking down the hall during Sacrament Meeting, and G-Man looked up at him and said, "Daddy! Let's go get grapes!" In February, I performed my motherhood cabaret-style recital at a women's conference in Nashua in a church that had the same floor plan as Matt & Emily's church. Diggity and G-Man took several walks during my performance and stopped a few times in the kitchen to get grapes from the women who were preparing the luncheon. And he remembered just from being in a similar building. It's wild.