MY BOY

i sometimes feel like i short him, like maybe i'm not giving him all the attention that he needs; simply because his sisters are SO demanding. but in reality, i think i've come to terms with the fact that maybe he's just content. he's happy in his own skin, even while the girls are in hysterics over lost toys, and ripped dress up, and food not being ready in time. he's constantly jumping so it's not like we can really have deep meaningful conversations about quantum physics or the melting point of granite. although, i fully know that these will come in their own gentle time.

but we do have these moments.

• like when he was 2 days old and i looked into his eyes and KNEW that we had known eachother previously. like we were old friends suddenly reunited and we couldn't keep our eyes off of eachother. soul to soul. all of the visions that i had had of him for the 3 years previous, opitimized in his beautiful little body.
• reading time: this is the only thing he stops moving for, even eating is usually done on the run. but when you pull out there's a nightmare in my closet, his legs quiet and he recites the entire book for me..."i was mad, but not too mad."
• his accent, "naught yeaht, mamma." while i do tell him 'not yet,' no one that we know pronounceates in this manner. i think it may be his adorable overcompensation for his inability to say his L's, R's, or K sounds.
• 60 piece puzzle anyone?
• 30 minutes straight of four wheeling the EXACT same loop in the backyard: around the hammock, up past the apple tree, around the well, over the driveway, around the hammock, etc. with the most gleeful look on his face, as if it was the very first time he had figured it out, each and every time.
• our night time ritual of asking the kids what was their best thing and worst thing about the day. up until last week he would reply blue for his best thing and then look all confused about the worst thing. so i gently reminded him about how he'd been laying down for his nap that day and took a swig of the ole sippy cup only to SOAK himself. he looks at me and says, "that was so sad, mama!" yes buddy, it really was.

I love you my stinky, squishy, jumping, jubilent, wonderful little boy!