My oldest and boldest
Such fond memories of this one. This now grown up 12 year old is the same one that used to greet me in the morning and ask: “How sleepy good?” (Mix of how did you sleep and did you sleep good) The same sweet cheeked, stuffed bear toting, basket full of pudgy rolls now sports converse, skinny jeans and tote’s his skateboard (the same skateboard that I backed the car over a few months earlier due to failure to follow proper “gather up your crap and put it away” procedures). Oh how time fly’s! Here are a couple of my favorite memories about this special kiddo
- The time he was 2 and scared of the dark and didn’t want to sleep in his own room. I opened a pack of glow in the dark star stickers of assorted sizes and stuck a few on the wall next to his bed and said “There, now you’re not in the dark anymore”. He reluctantly allowed me to go back to bed and when I woke up to go to the bathroom a few hours later, I heard giggles coming from his room. I opened the door and there he was, sitting in the middle of his bed lit up like a Christmas tree! Apparently I had left the pack of glow in the dark stickers within his reach when I left the room so he decided to decorate himself. They were everywhere! I kept finding them in random places around the house for the next two weeks including but not limited to the bottom of my shoe.
- The time we went to watch fireworks and when they started, he said with the most genuine, concerned little voice: “Uh oh! watch out moon!”
Just a couple that come to mind.
He used to giggle about bubbles and Barney. Now he giggles at you tube video’s of lighting farts on fire. His homework used to be color by number. Now, a doctorate’s degree is required as a parent to comprehend or assist with his homework. He used to use phrases like: ”mommy can I marry you when I grow up?” Now most of his sentences contain the words, yeah right, dude or showers are over rated. His feet used to smell like flowers with a dash of heaven. Now the aroma is more a mixture of curdled milk and fresh dog poo. His favorite things used to be Elmo, cupcakes and stuffed animals. Now his favorite things are video games and……………well, video games. On the flip side, he still tells me I look beautiful. He still gives me bear hugs, and doesn’t ask me to drop him off at the corner so his friends don’t associate him with his super uncool mom…………… Give it a few years. He is the sweetest, smartest, most loving, 12 year old I have ever met in my life and our lives would be boring without his hysterical sense of humor!