A Mommy's Boy!

My boy. What a mommy's boy!

I know that this story makes me sound crazy, but when I was pregnant with Sayla, and we just finished her ultrasound, I turned to Jeremy in the car and said "Isn't she so funny." Jeremy looked at me with an expression like he was sitting next to a crazy person. I didn't really mind because I just had a feeling that she was a spirited, sassy, funny girl....I was right.

Our boy? During his ultrasound he was all curled into my placenta. I knew then that he was going to be a little love. He is, and I was right. He loves me, not nearly as much as I love him, but he does. He prefers that we be in the same room, and that I am at arms reach, that no one else touches me (poor Sayla) and once every few minutes we make eye contact and I say "Good job buddy." He's pretty particular about his needs, and I try to oblige. He gives me tons of big, wrap your little arms around my neck hugs and lots of open mouthed slobber kisses.
Such a honey! I really wouldn't have it any other way, most days.

I hope I always know my kids.