The Husband was wrestling in our bed with the boys. A favorite past time, that I willingly forgo. A girl can only evade a broken nose for so long before she’s over the game. I took the time to catch-up on the many blogs I missed last week. (If I haven’t made it to you, I’m working on it.)
As I enjoyed my moments of peace, listening to the sounds of tigers fighting, Tornado S walked into the room. He didn’t seem to notice me. He put on a construction hat, pulled out the tools, and went to work on a boat. He hammered; he drilled; he screwed; he had no idea what to do with the clamp. All the while he sang.
“It’s all better. It’s all better. It’s all better.”
It dawned on me how fast he was growing. How sweet he was growing. How smart he was growing. How creative he was growing. He’s not a baby any more.
Well, he told me that last week out of the blue.
“Mommy! I no baby!”
I know. That’s why I got one on the way, big boy.