…split open…

29 Jul

i hear the stool being carried to the kitchen. cabinet doors are being opened. that’s the rustle of food containers. “it’s berry ummee stong guys. wanna tase? umm! at’s cerul.” (“it’s very yummy strong guys. wanna taste? yum! that’s cereal,”) as he saunters into the dining room to me carrying the bag of cereal that has been emptied from the box. “thank, mom. more stong guys in dere. at’s silwee.” (“thank you, mom. there are more strong guys in there. that’s silly.”)

i love this boy.

at the pool today, i was sitting on the side when he asked me to get in with him. then, he turned down to my belly and said, “wanna get in, baby?”

…and melt…

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2 Responses to “…split open…”

  1. MP August 1, 2008 at 1:12 pm #

    Ohhhhh, heart full..overflowing…

  2. Heather July 30, 2008 at 1:16 pm #

    Awww. What a good big brother.

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