dino summit

                             
My baby boy, Summit is infatuated with dinosaurs (...well he's 3, but I still consider him my baby boy...). He's had a love affair with these long-lost giants since he was a year and a half. It's truly an obsession. He carries them with him wherever he goes. He sleeps with them. He talks to them. He takes baths with them. He's given many of his dinosaurs names; Sarah is his favorite triceratops...she's the mommy dinosaur. (In the picture below, she's the tan dinosaur between the pink t-rex and the grey triceratops.) He loves to read all about them. Every night when he chooses his bedtime books, he only wants those that are about his beloved extinct creatures.
                                      
Since he was 2 he's been able to identify them. His hilariously high-pitched voice (think Wizard of Oz munchkin on helium) has clearly pronounced names such as velociraptor and allosaurus and ankylosaurus for as long as he's learned about them. He can tell the difference between carnivores and herbivores as easily as a chef can distinguish between rice and quinoa. His knowledge is quite impressive. He's even shortened the term dinosaur to just 'dino.' Sometimes he just growls and roars as a dinosaur may have, and there are times when we only speak to each other in roars.

He. Loves. Dinosaurs. And I love that he has a passion for something at such a young age. I often wonder if he will continue to have such  predeliction for dinosaurs when he grows up. That he has such a desire to be completely immersed in a subject at 3 gives me great hopes for his future. I love the idea that the world is his oyster. And he loves the world. I have faith that he'll always seek out truth and knowledge and do what is right. And if he is as disciplined about learning later in life as he is about dinosaurs in these beginning years of his existence, his future is limitless.