In his lips I still see my baby. They are soft and pink. Often his lip curls up in annoyance or frustration. He has more facial expressions than anyone else I know. When his favorite music plays he activates his ‘rock ‘n roll’ face. He has a face for every occasion and feeling.
His eyes are uniquely shaped and his lashes extend on forever.
His hair is always a wild mess. He loves wearing miss-matched shoes and more than one pair of underwear.
He violently screams and throws his things when they don’t do just as he asked.
He loves animals more than anything. Currently he is into tortoises, Poison Arrow Dart Frogs and snakes. He reads about them in his library books and endlessly searches Google for photos. He is currently planning a big trip to the ‘ rainforest jungle’ so they will jump on his head! But he promises me he won’t eat a dart frog, ‘because it will kill him.’
He says he wants to play football and be a dancer. I encourage the latter, it is safer!
He is not interested in doing anything that takes him away from playing — going potty, eating, brushing his teeth.
His sister is his best friend. He has successfully mastered tiny tricks to bother her better than anyone!
He loves imaginary play. He daily goes on pirate treasure hunts and with his cowboy hat on he cares for the horses in his room.
He is big klutz and falls a lot. He is not graceful or careful or slow. He is always angry at his shoes, or socks, or the floor or the dirt or the dog when he ends up crashing.
He wants more than anything to be big. “When you are a baby mama, and I am big like Superman, I will fly.”
When sick or hurt or tired he wants his mama.
He loves cuddles and kisses. He puckers his lips as big as they go and gently turns my face to plant a big ‘ol kiss on my cheek. Giant, painful bear hugs around the neck are his speciality.
He may be little, but he has a huge personality and when I am not pulling out my hair and screaming into a pillow because he refuses to be told to do anything, I am giggling at him. He is very skeptical of all things, new and old. You will never be able to talk him into anything he doesn’t want to do.
He loves pranks and often “tricks” us. When tricking his sister he whispers in my ear, “sssssh, don’t tell sis!”
His little voice fills my heart and I am so thankful to be his mama.
In a few short months my baby boy will turn four. It is so hard to believe how fast he’s grown.
(SONNET 43)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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