"Gimme a kiss. Gimme a kiss."
Those words proceeded out of my mouth this morning directed towards Rambo. No big deal, right? Well, that would be true if I wasn't actually expecting him to understand and respond by giving me a kiss. It's like I had a momentary lapse of sense. I'm sitting there face to face asking him to give me kisses and waiting for him to pucker up, lean forward and plant one on me. I might as well have asked him to go feed the cats. It actually makes me laugh. Not in a pitiful or sad way but in a truly funny what-was-I-thinking way. Do I expect him to understand one day? Absolutely. And at the moment he is making amazing strides. But for one brief moment I really saw him as a 'normal' baby. And then was smacked in the face by the reality of his goofy sublime wonderful grin and the look of mommy-i-have-no-idea-what-you're-saying-but-you-make-me-laugh on his face. I love that little boy.
I realized again today how literally kids take things.
We are sitting at the table doing homeschool and I was working with Emma on spelling 'Mom'. She said the letters, traced them and then wrote it on her own. I then turned the paper over and told her to see if she could write the word without looking at it. To which she closed her eyes and tried to write it. Of course she's going to do that, Amanda. What else could I expect? This really made me laugh.
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I never cease to amaze myself.
I have more than half of my Christmas shopping done. In fact I probably have three quarters of it done. That's right, people. Read it and weep. Of course, there are about 6 birthdays between now and then we
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