Will: "What's Privacy?"
Me: "It's being left alone."
Will: "Well, why would you need that?"
(at this point I haven't been to the bathroom alone for 5 years, so I guess I don't really need any privacy)
Day two of snow, and it's so cold. We managed to build another tiny snowman last night with Mel's help, and we even used a baby carrot for nose. If I get really brave, I will venture out and take a picture. We also made a snow angel family, which turned out really cute, even though this 30 year old body didn't feel so great lying on the cold driveway.
My little hypochondriac is on the band-aid wagon again this morning. We now have two on the same leg, and she wants to know if it's ever happened to me before. I of course told her yes, and now she wants to know how I made it better, and what it felt like.
I was holding Will like a baby the other night, he was wrapped in a blanket. I began to tell him that he would always be my baby, and a story something like this: "When you were a tiny little baby you grew inside my tummy until you got so big that you had to get out. The doctor helped you come out, and you were so beautiful. Daddy and I loved you so much. You would sleep on my chest at night, and I would rock you and sing." I mean this was a touching story about a mother's love for her firstborn son. Then after my five minute spill he looks up at me and says : "Well sorry, I'm still Daddy's boy." So much for my heartfelt remembrance, huh?
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