Tonight, Two of the little neighborhood girls zoomed by in their pink Barbie sports car and picked Josh up out in front of our house. They drove all over the place and Josh had his arm on the side like he was ballin’. The girls pull up to our front door and drop him off. […]
My son refers to himself in the third person: “Mommy, J-man wants some milk.” 1) I can’t possibly be expected to keep a straight face 2) Does he know his real name is Joshua? 3) I may not stop this any time soon.
Dearest Joshua: I don’t understand half of what you say. But sometimes I pretend I do so you’ll stop repeating yourself. Just start remembering everything I missed so we can talk about it in therapy 30 years from now mmmkay?
This young man is 8 months old. He goes by Sam. Samuel. Sammy. Snammy. Sambo. Sam the Man. Samster. Samster the Hamster. Hedgehog. Sammy the Hedgehog. Sammy bo Bammy. Sam Bam. The man of many names is crawling, eating baby food and making this world and our family a better place.
Joshua at dinner asks for water with a full glass of milk on his tray. Me: “Nope. Because I’m tired of getting up to get you stuff. How’s THAT for some honesty.” Dave: “Somewhere in there, I heard a mic drop.”