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Yesterday my Beautiful Boy turned four years old.
His childhood has been such a blur of running to catch him before he falls, trying to reason with him (or listening to his yelling when reasoning doesn't work).
This one, he is not like me. I am told he is much like his father, but he is a bundle of energy and emotion that is barely contained.
He is a charmer and a hellion, a mass of contradictions. I went into labor with him three and a half weeks early, then he took more than 24 hours to make his way into the world. He can be utterly sweet and charming, and a stubborn mass of raw id.
I love him absolutely. He is my boy.
His childhood has been such a blur of running to catch him before he falls, trying to reason with him (or listening to his yelling when reasoning doesn't work).
This one, he is not like me. I am told he is much like his father, but he is a bundle of energy and emotion that is barely contained.
He is a charmer and a hellion, a mass of contradictions. I went into labor with him three and a half weeks early, then he took more than 24 hours to make his way into the world. He can be utterly sweet and charming, and a stubborn mass of raw id.
I love him absolutely. He is my boy.
posted by Marie at 6:58 AM
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