Dear Son (2)

Trio
So lately you have been the cutest little boy on the earth. I mean, despite throwing a fit the other day at Ceramics and More when we were trying to make your father a present for Father's day; I mean that day you worked my last nerve because you screamed like a pig getting slaughtered (which is a horrible image yes but damn it is so accurate). But you've been doing little things lately that just strike me as cute.

Such as getting the baby proofed doors open just enough to stick toys in there so when I opened the door to get a coffee cup I saw a couple of train lock-its and your telescope. Or trying to climb out of the tub the other day because your saw your daddy and decided you wanted to go play with him. Or sitting in the entry of the Jumper-a-roo at Arianna's party the other day looking around going "I'm not too sure about this". Or at the same party stuffing a whole lotta Laffy Taffy in your mouth until you looked like a chipmunk and trying to eat more.

These little things are so cute and make me realize why it is I stay at home. Because even when you drive me bonkers I like that we get to go out and have play dates where we can do crafts. I like being able to take you to the pool or the water park and not having to deal with the crowd because we're going when all the other working parents go. I even still like cuddling with you for a little while when you fall asleep because you look so darn cute when you sleep (even though we can't do that for too long because you're getting heavy and between both of our body heats we could start a small fire). I like walking next to you going places and watching the precise way you step up onto something. It's just so darn cute.

However we have to work on some stuff; throwing a screaming hissy, "I'm a pig getting slaughtered" fit in public is so not going to work. A simple whining clingy "I'm so sleepy can we please go" whimper will work. Also I know they're nasty but you have to eat more veggies. I appreciate how well you ate the Homestyle Banquet Turkey and Stuffing meal the other day (chock full of veggies) but I only can eat that so many times a month. So we have to work on something else. Maybe pot pies; we shall see.

Also know that no matter how frustrated I get, how upset I get, how much I yell at you when you hit me, poke me, kick me or are just an ornery little person I love you very much. You are my special little guy and you always will be. No matter how old you get you always will be so be prepared for tears when you look all dressed up for your prom, high school graduation, and oh gosh the tears that will flow when you get married. I love you very much son.

And I can't wait to go see "Up" with you tomorrow; it will be an interesting experience for both of us.

Love
Mom