Being this boys mom has been both a major challenge and immensely rewarding. He is a special kid. Last night he decided he would say family prayers without any help. ...
"Please bless... That mom won't get mad, that we can fix our basement, that we can clean our rooms and get a puppy, that dad has a safe plane drive, and no crashes or anything, that dad can find our house, that we can be nice, that Jesus can find our house, that the Holy Ghost comes to our house, that we listen to mom and dad."
I thought it was so adorable and sweet that I texted it to my hubby who is out of town again. We then talked about what a sweet, amazing, funny, so full of personality this kid is. This is the kid that has pushed my buttons and caused me much grief, worry and stress in his short six years, but he is also the boy that comes up with the funniest things ever imaginable (hot chickens that if you eat them you'll explode and die . . . Or tells people,"You need to shave your pits!"), tells me I'm beautiful and the best mom every day, giggles as much as he cries, lives to be running around outside, talks nonstop about anything and everything, asks more questions in a row than the most inquisitive mind, comes up with the most creative excuses for everything ("You know why I took so long? Because I saw some ants and a I had to watch them."), loves to be silly (se wat ta tee lalalala), loves potty humor more than any boy I've encountered (fart, fart, farty, fart fart... I have serious gas problems), has the cutest Brooklyn accent for someone never stepping foot in New York, and so much more.
He came into this world just as he lives in it, in a hurry! Hubby and I delivered him ourselves at home with only a ten minute warning that I was actually in labor. He is my tiny runt of the litter, my fire cracker, my comedian, my energizer bunny, my fighter, my story teller, my beautiful eyelashes, cutest freckle nosed Gavinator, Nader, stinker pants, sweet boy :)
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