Here’s my little angel:
Here’s my little devil:
Same sweet little heart.
Difference is in the second photo Brady is chewing up a postcard reminder from the Vet to have his next round of shots.
I swear, it’s as if he knew it was for HIM!
I love this precious thing more than anything, it’s like he cast a spell on me. But, some days, I must admit, he tests my little lovemore heart.
Even without children of my own, I find myself reflecting back on my dear Mama Sling and the times she was at the point of exhaustion and exasperation with my sister and I.
During the best of times our antics were just given a warning.
During the worst of times my mother placed a curse on us, exclaiming: “I hope you have children of your own who act exactly like you do!”
At times I wonder, what kind of child was I?
What was I doing in those moments of driving her bonkers and straight up the wall.
It’s hard to know. I can’t call my Mama Sling and ask this question that only she would remember the answer to.
Like I said, I don’t have children. So today, as I looked down at Brady I found myself wondering — did I ever chew up my doctor appointment reminders?
I’m sure I was much like Brady is now, his pure curiosity and wonder keeps him on the go and into everything — with unbridled enthusiasm.
Look! A plastic water bottle!
Is that a stick?
Oh, wow! A postcard!
And, his most consistent reaction by far:
Is that FOOD!!!???
Yes, Brady. That is food. Drop the stick. Give me back my postcard.
And, Mama Sling, wherever you are right now …
I can hear you laughing.