The little male…
The other day I go in to pick up baby genius from daycare and his old teacher is telling me how much she misses being with him all day. The other teacher in the room mentions that she was impressed with his chat about tigers. Oh lady, you aint seen nothin’ yet, I think. Then I spy a book about animals that we do not have at home. This is an opportunity for me to show off baby big brain’s brilliance! I ask them to hand the book to little guy and I and he proceeds to identify all the animals, exotic and domestic, wowing them with his almost entirely accurate knowledge and cute, although somewhat incorrect, pronunciation, (think kangarear for kangaroo). At this point, ex-teacher informs me that she has already informed her family that she is naming her baby after my son and she hopes he is exactly like him. All I can think is of course you are—and I am filled with pride in myself. Clearly his extraordinary awesomeness is due to my incredible parenting and genetics. Never mind all the additional influences in his life; I’m taking this one.
The big male…
So hubby has been working a lot. We’re talking 12 hour days, 7 days a weeks—effectively making me a single mother and forcing me to complete such hated tasks as nourishing the child by performing can opening and heating of contents of can, cleaning the house, and the like. He is self employed as a custom woodworker and typically does all types of design and finish work in high end custom homes. Well in our little valley there is an event called the Parade of Home where builders enter the homes they build for the chance to win fortune and fame. Or just exposure. Anyway, he has been putting this time in to get the home he is working on finished on time with minimal yelling, I mean, loving support, from his stunning wife (for those of you I lost—that is me). The judging occurred and the home won 6 of 7 possible awards including best kitchen, best master suite, and judges’ choice. Again my head swells with pride. Surely this is due to my many cans of Nalley Original Vegetarian Chili and NickJr, errr I meant to say my hard work and dedication to standing loyally behind my man. Yea Me! I don’t think I could rock any harder as a wife and a mother if I had TWO can openers and TWO flat screens!
So in closing, I say, “You’re welcome, boys.” But seriously, I’m so proud of my guys!
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