Just as L began talking about his many conquests (the holding hands, pulling hair variety), this morning he asked where all of his stuffies had gone.
L: “Do we still have Stingy and Sharky and Woofy?”
M: “I think we do.”
Pan to the bed where Sammy the ice-cream sandwich, Bully the bulldog, Ali the albino alligator, and the above are now resting.
There is a reason we don’t throw everything away. The purple blanket he’s slept with from his first breath is still accessible in a heartbeat. Especially because I have it in triplicate.
Can never be too prepared for age eight or eighteen.
Finally, a much-needed hair cut. Being a nut, I shun the usual Super Duper Easy Cuts and go for something a bit different. I love his hair. It’s beautiful. Not as blonde or as curly as it once was, but abundant, lovely hair.
Let’s keep it long. Just a touch off the sides. Maybe…?
Haircutter: “L, who’s in charge of your hair? You or your mom?”
L: “Hmmm… That’s a good question. She made me. I guess you’d better ask her.”
First Grade Girl: “What type of mascara does L use?”
Me: “He doesn’t wear any mascara.”
FGG: “Then how do you explain those eyelashes?”
Me: “He stood in line twice for those.”
Let’s say 2006, maybe 2007…
Looks like fun.
Not shown: Having a mini pumpkin tossed to you about 57,000 times. Anything for a laugh, right? Or, moreover, a shot. THE shot.
We’re done with this now.
Tiger Beat dreams are dashed. As they should be.
L’s big break. He does a shoot for a baby mag. What the heck, right? Only, when you’re photographing babies, you’re basically photographing animals. Lots of toys, and whistles, a gazillion adults behind the camera shouting, cajoling, cooing. At least he has a sense of humor about it. Or can pay for his own diapers for a few months.
Gracious friend took L for the night. As they were nodding off, he said,
“When I look into your eyes, I see the sky.”
Future ladies (or gents), gather your wits. We’re just getting started.
July, 2008. At some event where a four year old is forced to wear a button down shirt.
Look what I can do.