Calling me from his new cell phone. I’m almost off work, headed to pick him up…
“Mom! When you leave work, just go! No texting. And no twitter. I know your hobbies!”
Damn. My own kid called me out. Too bad I’m not teaching him how to twitter with his new phone. SUCKER.
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As I’m driving to pick him up, I get another call…
“Mom! I want to go play at the school!”
“Who’s going to watch you?”
“I dunno, there’s people there but I don’t know them.”
“You think I’m going to let strangers watch you?!”
“My dad does.”
FAB-U-LOUS
Thought I would share this quick video of him using his birthday present/reason for future ER visits. If he isn’t acting like this, he’s being a little asshole.
[vimeo=http://www.vimeo.com/3479961]
That’s my baby. Wait. No. He’s not a baby anymore. On Saturday, he’ll be 8. Sigh. Eight. It’s hard to wrap my mind around. I was 18 when he was born and I felt like I knew nothing about life. 8 years have gone by and some days I feel the same. But. I have this little boy who is rushing to be a man and I am not sure how to slow that down. Even though, just now, I had to remind him not to put money in his mouth. And then I had to smack him for pretending to choke on that money. Sigh.
What can I say? The kid has the ability to make my heart swell to the point of bursting and less than five minutes later, I feel like wringing his neck. It takes a special talent to do such things. See because sometimes, he stops being a brat for five seconds, and he grabs me by the hand, and he makes me dance.
[vimeo=http://www.vimeo.com/3480762]
And when he lays down next to me, and asks to snuggle, as I hear his breathing get heavy, I can’t help but think about how much love I have for him.
Eight.
Sigh.
