The Human Side of MoeFollow

So, its a well known fact, I hear, that children, especially our own (really only our own, if we're being honest with ourselves. OK, maybe just me), bring our the best in us. They make us laugh, they make us crazy, they make us proud, they make us cry, and at times, lots of them, they surprise the ever-loving sh;t out of us.

I'm not sure how much of my son's troubles I shared when he was born, and frankly I can't be bothered to go looking for it, but he spent some time in NICU after birth, was under a neurologists care, had early childhood development teachers, occupational and speech therapists coming to the house every week for 2 years, and had a 75% chance of having serious permanent developmental and learning disabilities emerge before age 3.

To dispense with all of the remaining details, 3 and a half years later, perfect. Smart as a whip, active, happy, inquisitive, disobedient, willful, obstinate and fearless, just like a little boy should be.

I am reminded at the oddest moments of just how much of a gift my son is. Today, when we got home from day care, he and I sat on the couch, had our snack, watched a little Curious George and he proceeded to dive on me and begin pummeling me about the head, neck and face. I let this continue, feigning injury for a few moments, and then turn the tables on him. As I held him in my death grip, administering raspberries to the tummy, he stopped screaming, put his hands on my head and said "Daddy! Let me go!" I had to oblige. I was ordered. When he got down he stood up, turned to me, looked me square in the eye and said "I am not playing with you anymore because you are not listening to me!". Then he stomped off down the hall to his room, turned at the door and gave me one of these looks.

Blessed, I tell you.

Of course, all kidding aside, his mother and I still think there's a chance he could be a Window Licker.

Christ, what is with you women and your baby pictures and your "It's only cute cuz it's your crotchfruit" stories? Can't you ladies find a subject specific site to exchange your recipes and poopy stories?

Haha, what a cutie...he looks more like you all the time Moe!

Hannah makes me laugh when she gives me this look:


It's usually when I'm doing some goofy mom thing that *used* to make her laugh. *sigh*

Nexa

Agreed. NOthing has shown me how much growing up I actually have to do like a 20 month old. We've been so fortunate to not have any major incidents or sickness. My son is the source of my greatest laughter, greatest joy and runner up in greatest frustration. Number one is held by one of our stupid cats. One that I could literally end with my own hands and smile doing it.

Nothing makes me happier than to watch my son put a blanket over his head, turn himself in circles until he is dizzy, and then go speeding off into the furniture.

So..he's just like Dad

Nah, he's way more suave than Sick

Thank you for posting the undies pic, Moe. Now I know my child is not nearly as wacky as yours. (mine only head-butts the fridge)

Bullsh1t. You're not human, Moe.

Totem

True enough. Although, I think I suggested it is a side of me, not that I am human, so blow it out your ***, darkie.

A couple of weekends ago, my oldest son had to attend his retreat in preparation for Confirmation (another Catholic ruse of "We got you and we're never letting you go!"). The parents were asked to write a letter to their children. Mr. Thumb and I bought a card and wrote a letter with parental advice and words of love. We got a letter back from our son and I cried for 15 minutes after reading it.

Back to the real world...

I realize in reading your stories (and I hope it shines through in you when you read mine) that other people's kids and their stories about them annoy the sh;t out of me.

Of course, I also don't want to read anyone else's poetry or hear them read it, look at their art, watch their play or see their second rate sporting event because they're usually not that good and I hate the reactions I get when I tell them.

Misanthropic SOB all the way.

Well, maybe this one will cheer you up, Moe.

Today I took Jack to participate in a research study at Duke University and while we were waiting to get going with the study Mia asked, rather loudly with a certain point of her finger at me, "Are those your boobies???" <insert laughter of the researchers> "MOM!? Are those YOUR boobies?" "Is that where Jackie eats??"

Kids. Love 'em.

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