This morning Alex and I were sitting on the bed watching Blue’s Clues, and he tilted his head, looked me straight in the eyes, said, “Mama, you’re my favorite,” and then he threw his arms around my neck and buried his head beneath my chin.
And I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure that my heart exploded right there on the spot.
I should probably point out that he didn’t specify what kind of favorite I am – favorite mama? favorite friend? favorite co-watcher of Blue’s Clues? favorite person wearing a blue shirt? favorite person sitting on the bed? – but the whole thing is much sweeter if I pretend that he meant Favorite. Period.
Think he’s in the next room telling his daddy the same thing right now?
Probably. :-)
Excuse me, but why no more kids? I don’t quite understand.
I changed it to eliminate what I felt was inevitable confusion, right before I read your comment, actually. So I think you’ll feel better about the whole post if you look at it again. :-)
Thank you, much better. Not that it’s mine or anyone else’s business HOW many kids you have, but when you’re that good at making cute kids, why stop with one?
Aw – thanks, Merritt.
Sweet, sweet baby boy.
BooMama, I just read an article that reminded me of you. Here’s the link:
http://www.usaweekend.com/diffday/2000_articles/001008diffday.html
That’s a great article, Daph – thanks for sharing. I don’t think my cooking goes to quite that level of selflessness, but I totally related to the “why” of it all.
Those little boys will melt your heart! How sweet, S. (In the background now, I am hearing my 6-yr-old singing, “I see your heinie; it’s white and shiny. If you don’t hide it, I’m gonna bite it” at which point her father is reprimanding her and telling her never to say that again; it’s not ladylike.) S., enjoy the toddler stage!!