Monday, February 28, 2011

Will he always?

When extraordinarily talented people talk about their childhood, they remember the things they've "always" done.  Or better yet, their parents remember.

"He was only 2 years old, but he sang the life out of those ABCs. I always knew he had a musical gift."
or
"I never taught her how to paint, she was born knowing what to do."

Those of us who are average probably don't remember how well we sang the ABCs or how well we painted, but I've often wondered about the ways I haven't changed since I was a little girl.

Josh's step-mom remembers Josh wiping his mouth with his napkin after every bite. While I rarely see Josh with a napkin, he is definitely not one of those people you're constantly telling that "you've got something right .... there...." while making the gesture. You know the one. He's still a very neat eater.

One of the best parts of being a mom is that instead of wondering what I did as a kid, now I get to wonder what Tommy will do when he grows up.

In 25 years will I be telling his wife about how "he has always held the spoon way too far up on the handle" or "he's been making that exact face since he was a year old" (the one where he tilts his head down and looks up at you - peeking out from under his own eyebrows) or maybe even "that kid has always loved the remote....sorry about that".

Of course there are some things that I sincerely hope will go, like eating oatmeal with his fingers, picking his nose, and the belly-button obsession (adorable on a child, creepy on an old man).

But many many more which I hope are here to stay. The love of music, the willingness to try any food, the smile (oh, that smile!), the looking out the window, the giggles, the ankle-crossing, the constant desire to read a book.

I love this boy. So much that it hurts. I can hardly wait to see what is here to stay with this kid.


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bonus nap! I love bonus naps!

If you give your baby mac 'n cheese and a lemon cupcake for lunch, guess which he eats first.

It's the biggest baddest indexing day for family history. Super easy to do if you wanna contribute!

Tommy's been awake and crying for 20 minutes while I "just finish one more thing". Bad mom! Bad mom!

Against my better judgment I have opened my window. Just a touch of fresh (and soggy) air please!

apparently I'm in a Coldplay kind of mood. I hate it when that happens.
"The point is I thought a cow might be fun to own because you know how cows are — sweet and gentle and full of potential ice cream." Ann Cannon, I love you.

Just stopped by a neighbor's house to drop something off, apologized for taking so long to get it to her and THEN learned that it wasn't her, but her twin sister. Dude. If I had a twin I'd never answer my own door.

Going to Zumba (at the church at 7)

I really love the long weekends.

Hmmm Go to bed to snuggle with hubby at 9 freakin' 30, or stay up and watch yet another Bones......tough call.

My goodness that alarm is going to go off mighty early tomorrow.

Sometimes we come home from the zoo with nothing but an empty snack holder and good memories. Other times we come home with gorilla poop in our pockets.
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