My kid to me after I tell him that: "do you need to go to hospital?"
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Haven't done a funny parents story in a while. My Mom was over and trying to have a conversation with Eamon. She asked him, "do you sing O'Canada at school? Let's sing it together...O'Canada...our guiding home land...okay, Eamon, you sing it"
I'm thankful that my life isn't as bad as it could have potentially been.
I'm also thankful for the light of my life, the little boy who makes me smile (of course, as I have incessantly said over and over).
I am not thankful for not wearing more toques after I just got this haircut. I have to remember to do so as a lot of heat gets lost when I cut the top and as a result I always tend to get a cold. Like right now. Yargh
I kiss and hug my boy as much as I can whenever he's with me. One day he'll grow up where he doesn't want me to do that anymore, and I'll have to be okay with that. In the meantime, I'm gonna enjoy every last moment I can doing this stuff with my crazy little retard (I say that endearingly, of course).
Random thought as I remembered how I felt when I was swimming with him this morning, which in itself is an activity that is one of the highlights of my week
No, seriously, where did the energy go? Somedays I feel it, but lately I've been moving like molasses.
Gotta get going...gotta stop just coming on to here to complain.
-my son is getting to be a big boy and the Montessori claims that he is really smart and cute and gets away with stuff just when he smiles. He truly is, some days, the only reason I smile
-the house stuff is coming along. If I do a lookback on how it is now to when I bought it, I think I've been doing an okay job. I just have to remember that stuff like what I'm doing takes a heck of a long time, so I shouldn't get down on myself if I'm not further along to where I unrealistically wanted to be