As all expectant mommies do, I used to rub my belly and wonder which one of his daddy or I he’d be most like?
I wished for him to be mostly like daddy… prayed he’d get Doc’s math skills, love for learning, handsome dimples, and ability to sit still.
A tiny bit of me hoped he’d inherit my immense love for summer… that he wouldn’t mind the heat or bugs and that he would make (and eat) mud soup and despise shoes.
Today he got his first taste of summer freedom… the big boy swing.
The sparkle in his eyes and joy bursting out of the tippy tips of his toes satisfied that tiny hope in my heart…
(and please oh please Lawd let this be the only way he’s like his crazy mama!).
Higher Daddy!
- Check out the little toothies poking out of his bottom gums!
Although he isn't eating mudpies yet, he had found swing straps to be quite tasty!
Off to dreamland,
Bing
Ninja Thought of the Day:
“In summer, the song sings itself. “
~William Carlos Williams
