It was a wake up call of sorts, something that's occurring more and more frequently. My little baby is growing up. No longer a chubby cheek Roley-poly shit machine (still a shit machine actually) but a little man. A little man who loves fruit, being naked, making potato heads, dancing, kitties and Shrek.
And man this kids got some moves. As I mentioned previous there is the hunch dance. But there is the pin wheel dance too. Which consists of him spinning right round like a record baby right round. In circles faster and faster till the floor suddenly is vertical and he is laying there giggling like a fool.
And last but not least in any way is the way he loves his mommy. I never knew love could be like this. His face lights up every time he sees me. Even if its just that Ive come out of the bathroom. In the morning he is cuddle bug extraordinaire. He gives me a hug every time he walks by me and sings me songs and pats me on the back when I pick him up. How can my baby grow up? Is there any way to save him? Now the worst thing that happens to him is he got water when he demanded juice. Or a kitty ran away from him when he wanted to pet her. I can't imagine a world where his friends are his life and if that pretty girl knows he exist. Where mom and dad are baffons who couldn't possibly know what was going on in his misunderstood life. And even in moments of loneliness where he wishes he could sit on my lap and have me tell him its going to be ok, he wont. How do I stop that from happening? I don't want to lose my baby. Every tear so trial now, I savor it. His little angry face is so adorable. Oh my little gout, My baby. Will you ever know how much mommy loves you? Will you be well in to adult hood before you understand? I pray not. Zeke Bradley Phil your my life.