Enough

I have heard Simon scream in terror enough...
I have seen him get poked with needles enough...
I have seen tears enough...
I have watched him bang his head in frustration enough...
I have heard him gurgle and choke on medicine enough...
I have seen him look at me with pleading eyes enough...

Enough to last me a lifetime.

Baby Simon couldn't give kisses.

I was rocking Simon to sleep tonight and getting all weepy because my little baby is getting so big.  Then I thought of something.  I asked Simon for a kiss and he gave me one.  I thought to myself,  "Baby Simon couldn't give kisses."  I try really hard to enjoy each stage and think I've done a fairly good job of it so far.  I just need to remind myself sometimes.  But there will always be a part of me that misses this little guy.

At least he's perfected the scream.

I know kids scream and throw temper tantrums.  But Simon seems to be an extra big fan of screaming.  It's actually kind of upsetting.  Tonight he screamed bloody murder the whole time I was trying to give him a bath.  Usually he loves looking at himself in the mirror, I'm sorry to say.  But tonight he wouldn't have it.  I gave him the shortest bath ever.  He was also screaming a fair bit at Target tonight.  Seriously, I hope the neighbors don't think I beat my dear boy.  I'm a little paranoid about that. 

On the upside he did eat pretty well.  We had cheese pizza and he seemed to dig it.  He eats it like his Mommy would if she were a kid again, eating the cheese and sauce.

Shel

“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”

I love this poem by Shel Silverstein.  It's my hope for Simon, that he really knows and believes it.  I tried reading it to him once and could barely get through it without crying.

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