I Love This Kid


Sorry, I'm going to gush now.  Can't help it.  (And, anyway, I'm his mother--I'm supposed to be all gooey over him.)

It's just that he's such a nice little chap.  

I mean, yes, he spit up all over my pretty new silver flats today...and quite a bit of my clothes and hair too...but what are shoes compared to the moment that concerned expression on his face breaks into a laugh?  What are clean clothes next to blowing raspberries on that chubby-tubby belly?  What part of nice-smelling hair is better than listening to him jabber all about the day he had?

This may haunt me later, but my favorite thing these days is the way he finds his thumb each evening as his wee bright eyes so slowly...slowly...slowly close for sleep.