Every once in a while, it just hits me like a freight train. Like when he says "bad gog!" and shoves Opie off his high chair at dinner time. Or when he takes his pancake and dips it in the pile of yogurt on his plate. Or when he walks up to me while I'm on my phone and grabs my hand and pushes the phone away and hands me a book and says "eez!" ...which totally means "please". Or when he looks at me at dinner when I tell him something is hot and gives the plate two good huffs before diving right in. Or even when he melts into a puddle and his legs go all floppy when I pull him out of the bath or turn off Clifford or hand him a sippy cup of water instead of juice- because it means he gets it. He's pulling the strings, working the system, milking it, baby, because he knows what he wants and he ain't gettin' it. Only growing boys try to work the system.
My boy is growing.
My favorite so far was tonight after I tucked him in and was cleaning up the playroom. As I stuffed balls into the bin and put books back on the shelf, I found the Tupperware lid I had given him (to keep him entertained while I was making dinner) resting quietly atop the pot he must have dug out of the pretend grill while I was cooking. What? Since when did my little man know that a lid is a lid and a pot is a pot and "I better slap that thing on there before the soup gets cold"? When?!?!
My boy is growing.
And in those moments, when out of the routine of diapers and dishes and dinner it hits me that my boy is growing, I snuggle that boy to pieces. I kiss his chubby cheeks and pinch his little thighs and tell him how much I love him. I drink in the smell of his hair and the look of mac and cheese smeared on his brows, and I nibble that little pop belly. I tuck it all in close to my heart because I know these days don't last. And as he grows, I want him to know his momma loved him every step of the way. Every splash in the tub, every Clifford episode, every throw of the football or bang of the driver, I want him to know his momma loved every minute. Every smile, every belly laugh, every wobbly running path through the living room, I want him to know his momma adored his every move just because. Just because he is her boy and she loves him to bits and pieces for ever and ever just for being him- no matter what.
(Newbie has been a renegade in the bath tub lately, so...Hello, Rubber Ducky Fireman. Welcome to the party.)
Before I go, I just want to say that thanks to my Mama-in-Law and Pops-in-Law and the AMAZING new camera lens they got me for my b-day (wahoo!!!), I was finally able to snap a shot of Opie doing what he does 97% of the time. This dog is always, always on alert. What is awesome is that he is about .457 seconds away from barking at the wind. Thanks, Opie. We salute you.
Next on the list of coveted everyday shots too fast for my previous lens: Newbie's all hands on deck wobbly run. Coming soon to a blog near you...if I can catch him. =)
I'm off to banter with the Hubs and swing a deal revolving around his desire to go to a high school football game tomorrow night and my desire to play a card game instead of watch a duck hunting movie tonight. I think it might be a fair trade.
Happy Thursday, y'all!
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