While watching Chloe get numerous strikes while playing Wii Bowling, "Holy my moley! Holy my moley!"
When summoning Grandpa Ray, "Hampa! Hey Hampa, don't buy Diesel. He's mean! And I love Thomas so so much!"
Friday, July 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
In Dreams...
For the past week and a half, Matthew calls for me when he wakes up and asks me to lift him off of our bed. It's a high cherry wood poster bed that's too high off the ground for him to reach himself. I'm usually nearby working on my laptop and am happy to oblige.
I'll tell him good morning and give him a kiss on his cheek. Then I'll ask, "Did you have a good sleepy time?" To which he always whispers a gentle, "Yesss." And I'll ask, "Did you have any dreams?" He gets an enormous smile and nods his head. "What did you dream about, Angel?"
He confessed that he'd dreamt about Emily and Thomas the first three mornings that I inquired. On the fourth, he said he'd dreamt about Emily. "Not Thomas?" I asked. "No. Only Emily," he gleamed as he responded. I've since concluded that he really loves Emily. More than his other engines. More than Thomas, Rheneas, James, Ben, Rosie, Molly and even his beloved Lady.
On the fifth day we were in the middle of what was becoming our latest routine and I asked, "What did you dream about, Baby Boy?" To which he replied, "You." Then he poked my belly with his finger and smiled.
That was last week, and I haven't stopped gleaming since.
I'll tell him good morning and give him a kiss on his cheek. Then I'll ask, "Did you have a good sleepy time?" To which he always whispers a gentle, "Yesss." And I'll ask, "Did you have any dreams?" He gets an enormous smile and nods his head. "What did you dream about, Angel?"
He confessed that he'd dreamt about Emily and Thomas the first three mornings that I inquired. On the fourth, he said he'd dreamt about Emily. "Not Thomas?" I asked. "No. Only Emily," he gleamed as he responded. I've since concluded that he really loves Emily. More than his other engines. More than Thomas, Rheneas, James, Ben, Rosie, Molly and even his beloved Lady.
On the fifth day we were in the middle of what was becoming our latest routine and I asked, "What did you dream about, Baby Boy?" To which he replied, "You." Then he poked my belly with his finger and smiled.
That was last week, and I haven't stopped gleaming since.
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