...is my wild man; my little helper who hands me his cup when he is finished and says 'thanks;' the one who loves shoes even though he refuses to call them anything but socks; loves to use the 'more' sign--especially when it comes to food and singing; prefers to 'walk, please' rather than ride in a stroller or be carried in my arms; always gives the dogs a few extra pieces of food (even though I tell him not to) before putting their bowls away in the pantry for me; helps me get his big brother dressed by bringing me his shoes & socks; still calls all cars 'fucks' (when he really means 'trucks'); gives you the 'leaner' hug right after he swats at you; gives giant mouth kisses when you ask for them; yells out 'airplane!' way before anyone else can hear one flying up above; places his food upon his spoon and then puts the spoon into his mouth; loves Elmo; loves his brother; loves to read; loves to dance; and is so loved and needed by his Mom.
Though his screaming makes me totally loony, (if you've heard it, you understand!), B is my buddy and the one that I hope I don't put too much pressure on to pick up the slack for his brother's needs. It is going to be an interesting journey watching the little dude grow and I hope that I don't screw him up too bad in the process. I kid...sort of.
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and has his mother's ears!! I love your blog. It's witty and funny and sometimes sad. I think you are very brave and you have Miles because you can do it better than the next mom.
I'm listening...
Lori B
Oh, crap. Tell me you did not just say that. I have known you long enough for you to know that my dumbo ears are a definite sensitive point!!
Hey--how's that baby cooking, by the way?
P.S. Thanks for the Mom props though. I'm trying and not always feeling like I am succeeding.
Hes gorgeous! A lovely touching post :)
Oh, I thought we'd be over the ear thing at 35. I think they're cute, not "dumbo".
The baby will stay forever, I think. I need to shit and a martini. Any suggestions?
and yells 'YAAAAYYYYYY' after every single song and dance or anything at all that we do all together at class.
Mr. Enthusiastic.
What a little helper he is!! You have ears you're not fond of? I've known you how long and have no clue regarding said ears??
Yes, the ears indeed. A certain reader of this blog (Ahem...Ms. PA) spent quite a bit of time making fun of said ears by calling me Dumbo. I grew to fit the ears eventually, though I still look a wee bit goofy in a ponytail or wearing a baseball cap. But I have a GREAT ass. haha. I kid.
Oh, and Ms. PA...I heart you. You have grown into such an amazing person from that bratty one I called my best friend back in N.J. :)
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