Hello everyone!
I have come to accept the inevitable.
That I don't get around much to make cards for challenges and, since I still want to write posts once in a while, I have to find other subjects.
Like...my son Mircea, for example! I never get tired talking about him and, with him growing almost overnight, I have the work cut out for me, when it comes with topics to write about. (I swear. Every morning he seems a couple of inches bigger than when I put him to bed the night before. Do night fairies pull him in all directions while he sleeps?)
Yesterday we finally came to accept that he is not a baby anymore and bought a "big boy" stroller for him. He loves it. He looks at me like "Mom, you finally get it, I love being able to sit up straight and look around me unencumbered." Yes, he thought that exact word, because he's the smartest.
People usually have a couple of other people they want to get on the good side with. A moody boss, a severe father, a boy or a girl they want to impress.
But everyone, EVERYONE wants to be liked by a baby.
When I go out with Mircea, I can get away with pretty much everything. (Just to be clear: I'm NOT trying to get away withe everything, I have just realized I could.) I've never been treated better. People open up to me. I found out in two minutes what is the favorite food of the 6 year old boy boy of the nice lady that was helping me with the deposit at the bank this morning. You know, she might be a total bitc..pain to everyone else around her, but with me, she wished I had more deposits to make so she can tell me about her 3 year old daughter, too.
Sorry, ma'am, I have to go, I must find about the kids of other strangers I have an appointment to meet today!
Handsome guys wave in my direction. I'm aware they don't even notice me and think that in this tech era strollers push themselves, but it looks good for the bigger picture. Everywhere I go, I can get on my knees, sit down on the floor, talk that annoying baby talk. (The sad thing is, it IS annoying when someone else does it for more that 30 seconds, but when I am doing it, I just can't stop, I'm sorry. Maybe YOU should stop eavesdropping at my private conversation with my baby.)
And all this because of Mircea's four teeth wide smile he generously spreads around him.
(You know what I mean?)
If anyone tries to harm my baby, that person will die.
Not the civilized, painless death. That is only for those who accidentally do something to hurt him. For the others who can bring themselves to hurt a child (something I will never ever understand), I've already have a full fantasy in place, of how I would t o r t u r e them first and let the buzzards finish off my work.
Now back to the fuzzy warm cuddly stuff about my baby.
He is going to be 1 in less than 2 weeks. Oh my.
He's ready to take all this world in. He has started walking (with my help), reaching farther than I feel comfortable with, being irresistibly attracted to outlet plugs, cellphones and generally everything that shines and makes noise.
Aren't we all?
