I Had Good Intentions
When I posted yesterday is was because Steven was such a darling baby boy and played and was sweet and let me putter on my pc and do stuff.
Then all hell broke loose.
He decided that unless he was spread full body across me and both of my hand where ON HIS BODY he would have an ever lovin' fit.
After supper last night and most of today he has been in my lap. Playing in my lap. Singing in my lap. Just laying in my arms.
He is not sick. He is having a bit of a mood.
I will get back to yesterday's post. I am just delayed.
Those of you who responded -I'll get with you very soon.
He loves his momma.
He loves his momma.
He's a smart boy. Two hands are better than one.
Awww, how sweet that is (for us, anyway)...LOL
Okay- I admit it- I wasn't clear until the fourth sentence WHICH Steven you were talking about and I was thinking, WOW, that Angie! She's racheted things up around here...:-)
Judy's right- some of us miss those days of having an urchin glommed unto us. I know you cherish them, even now, as your first born moves into adulthood and you know where this is all headed.
My, you're up early, today! The dust is clearing after the hardest cleaning day, ever.
There is no better place in the world then in the arms of your mother
He knows what he needs right now. We all just like to be held sometimes.