Dax's Journal

A Boy and His Mommy

I very rarely post pictures of myself with the boy but I kinda like this one. Mostly, you know, because he couldn't be bothered to take the sippy cup out of his mouth to smile.

I swear he is my kid. I know that it sort of looks like I adopted him in this picture because he looks so like his daddy and not like me at all.

But I'm in there. I see little bits of me in him every day. He's got my weird, misplaced dimples that only show up some of the time. He has my thumbs. He has my wide feet. When he cries his eyebrows get all red, just like me. He has my hangnails, poor kid.

As I type this he is alternately putting his dinner in his hair, on the floor, and eventually in his mouth. He keeps asking me, "What are you doing, mommy?" but it comes out something like, "War do ying, mommy?" He has dropped his spoon on the floor about a billion times, each time pleading "Help me!" only to giggle every time I return it to him. He has promised to eat "just one more bite" of rice and chicken before he got some yogurt only to spit that mouthful out as soon as I set the yogurt in front of him.

But I've been too busy taking in his scent (sunscreen, baby wipes, and sunshine), getting caught up in his laughter, and absolutely melting in his smile to be bothered by messes today.

Why can't I always be like this?

Posted by michelle at June 27, 2006 05:05 PM