This.
This is the reason I second guess my sanity every day. Every. Single. Day. He's 3 years old.
First he was a freshie. Yanked from inside of me, no, popped out like bread from a toaster. And my husband's exclamation that I had given birth to a full term baby 5 weeks early. There was no crying and I didn't get to see him right away. That's when I knew he was going to be the kid that makes my heart stop.
He was fine, obviously, because the next thing I knew, he was a 1 year old & cracking up laughing when his Daddy farted. We were at the beach and he was trying to crawl face first into the waves. That's the first time I knew he was going to be the kind of kid that makes my stomach turn with fear. Not long after that, he was a 2-year-old, and he was the toughest 2-year-old I've ever known. He was climbing, he was racing, and he was saying bad words. Oops. When your toddler asks how his uncle's day was with very selective, colorful language...Well, that's the first time I knew he was going to be the kind of kid that makes me cringe. THIS KID.
This 3-year-old that tore off his swimmies and dove into a pool right before my horrified eyes. This kid who barrels his way into the room to announce that he wants to be "Rocky Horror" for Halloween. This kid who apologizes for "party rocking" and punching his older brother in the balls. This kid who has a mouth of a sailor, but comes by it honestly since his entire household has no filter. This kid who makes my heart stop, my stomach turn, my face cringe, but most of all, fills my life with so much.....LIFE.
This kid is the reason I finally started thig blog because he has so much to share with the world, and so do I. Who knows what will end up here? I've got plans. That's what I've got. I don't know what they are yet, but I like to imagine that I have them. K: "I can't stop farting." |
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