As we remember him. Not as he is - attacking the DSL cord, shredding the Sports page, restyling our hair, climbing the step stool, bouncing up and down and talking ridiculous smack.
Sometimes sanity requires a glance back to the last (brief) nap.
Have I mentioned that this kid is crazy?
Yeah.
ReplyDeleteI recall a phone call at the office from the EMBLOS' OB/GYN was in utero telling me he couldn't find a heartbeat.
Longest drive of my life to the hospital for the ultra sound.
I still have that picture of him, heart beating, a predominant "P" on the photo indicating "male baby" in my wallet.
They grow up fast.
Burn these memories into your soul.
Cheers.
Buns.
ReplyDeleteFirst sentence should read "from the EMBLOS' OB/GYN when our youngest was in utero. . .
I hate Blogger.
Cheers.
That young man tried to steal my teeth yesterday. I told him they were still attatched.
ReplyDeleteBurn these memories into your soul.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tip, Sherman. Methinks it a marvelously well-conceived piece of advice, as Shakespeare might say.
That young man tried to steal my teeth yesterday.
Ha. You just thought he was after your teeth. Do this slowly: Get up. Walk into the bathroom. Close the door. Take a deep breath, look in the mirror. Is anything else missing?
Aww, the little guy looks so peaceful. I can't imagine he could possibly be as much of a handful as you imply. Lies, lies, it's all lies. ;-)
ReplyDeleteSee, how hard can parenting be? They are just quiet and as peaceful as can be. That's why the song "Away in a Manger" is docetic...no crying he makes? Right.
ReplyDelete