We prayed hard to get this boy here.
We didn't know what he would be like,
we just knew he was supposed to join our family.
Well, he's here.
He is soooo here.
He is felt in every minute of the day. He is seen in every room of the house.
From the peach syrup that he dumped and slurped off of the kitchen table an hour ago, to the playdough crumbs that decorate my studio floor like a dirty cupcake. From the hand prints on my mirrors, to the piles of books in front of my bookcases. From the dog food floating in the dog's water bowl to the gouge marks in my eyeshadow.
He has permeated, literally, every square inch of our lives
A warning, gentle reader. My son's pronunciations are rated PG-13.
I blame the parents.
YaeSH! -yes (always said emphatically)
Deay-choo - Thank you
piss - please
sh** - sit
**** - truck
(yes, that word)
tream - train
moon - cow
ah yah you! - I love you!