Thursday, February 3, 2011

Yion Doe-wef Weet

(it's how he says his name) :)


Pat, pat, pat on my leg.

Mommy hole me now hole me Mama!

I'm looking down at him from like, a hundred feet, wondering how someone so small can have so much, well, personality. And brains, and rationale and will. And heart. He's light as a feather. He hunkers down against my shoulder and just sort of apes to me in this wonderful, delicious, baby way and then I look at our reflection and dang it, he's huge! He's lanky and grown and where in the heck did my baby go? It was like, just yesterday that I breathed a sigh of relief that I still had a baby in the house and now I'm not so sure. I mean, he is. He is. But he's not.