One more than three. Six less than ten. The product of two and two..... My baby is four. I ask him how it happened and he looks at me out of the corner of his eye, flashes a dimple and says, "Uh, 'cuz I growed up." He isn't wrong. Somewhere along the way... he growed up. This year, his round baby belly stretched long and vanished completely on me. His ankles kept appearing until I finally figured it out, moved all his pants into his little brother's drawer and bought him new ones. He weaned. And then he weaned again and again and maybe one of these days it will be for good. He started a MDO program and he doesn't love it all the time but he goes and that is a step in the right direction. He ditched the pacifier and most of his baby words along with it. We even lost "newt nacks" and that was a hard day. He growed up. This boy is all freckles and feelings. He is audacious and wild and loud and beautiful and he always smells delicious- I can't figure out why. He holds my heart in the palm of his hand..... and he knows it. He loves pockets- like, he really loves pockets. He likes spraying things with the hose and he likes to draw and he likes to get dressed first thing in the morning, as soon as he wakes up... and he really likes video games. He is petrified that people will make fun of him for wearing underpants. He loves thrill rides. He hates it when his shirts are too long and when people laugh at him. He loves to buy people presents. He loves anything vanilla. This second child of mine is my big slice of humble pie all wrapped up in the cutest package you have ever seen. I cannot count how many times this kid has made me eat my words, re-examine my beliefs, and totally doubt my ability as a mother. I cannot count how many times I have yelled, "Where is Dexter?!" or felt my heart drop through my belly because I could see him running head first into danger. I cannot count how many times he has made me realize that the idea that I had mothering even remotely figured out was totally ridiculous. And I cannot count how many times I have looked at him and felt flooded with overwhelming gratitude that he is here, he exists and that I get to be his mama.
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28/7/2017 01:14:37 pm
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WHO AM I?
I am Michelle: a wannabe hippie in love with a bonafide geek. We also spawned. I spend my days with our four wild, beautiful boy children and I overshare about our life online because I am a Millennial and that is what we do.
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