"Mommy of a boy" inventory-
He has...
10(current) bruises.
A body rash of unknown origin.
Cracked toes from insistant bare feet.
A skinned knee.
A goose-egg.
A seriously burned hand.
A stabbed eyeball by a cabinet door.
A bloody toe nail.
Full face scratch.
Stabbed by an evergreen leaf.
Sliced thumb from our ornamental grass.
(On paper this looks even worse huh?)
All this while having a mom who never blinks or leaves his side yet he still manages all these injuries... (This week alone).
A friend commented that this made her nervous bc she has a newborn boy to which i replied,
And my mom is right, its def all about the jump! You jump everywhere on everything including me! You welcome me with love wrapped in roudy energy with arms wrapping me tightly for piggy back rides, to be flipped upside down like a possum ( for which you then play dead), tobe clamped tightly shut bc " mommy youre a venus fly trap- eat me!", to be tickled, to be rough housed, and to be cuddled. I literally can not imagine anything else better in this world than the rowdy, rowdy, full speed ahead,nobstop action of my boy. Thank goodness for so called unanswered prayers. I wouldnt trade this boy for a sea of girls! I know girls are just as lovely, but i cant believe the beauty of a little boy, my little boy!








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