Danny Boy

What is it with little boys? Seriously, they kill me! My youngest son is something else. He has a wicked sense of humor. He is passionate about whatever he is into at the time. Last year it was Indiana Jones and so all summer long, every day, he wore his Indiana Jones costume. It didn't matter how hot it was, he walked around wearing the polyester costume. He watched the movies daily and when he drew pictures they were always pictures of him as 'Indy". Now it's Star Wars and he wears his Anakin costume and practices his light sabre moves in the family room.

And he's learned to swear. I have heard it and I have called him on it, but there is something funny about little kids swearing. He's learned the slang for his body parts which he loves to talk about ALL. THE. TIME!! And yet, it's hard to be mad because he smiles, his jack-o-lantern smile and laughs and then I laugh and well, what was I mad about??

I know that when Daniel gets older, he and I will be friends. We have the same humor and we enjoy being together. He's my baby and he's 8 and I find myself getting sad over the fact that he and his big brother are growing older. I miss the toddler faces, the joy of watching preschool programs on tv, and naps.

My son tries to be tough, but he wants me to be at school when the last bell rings. He needs me to tuck him into bed. He still wants to cuddle with me. I soak it all up knowing that in no time will he be wanting to hang out with his friends and would rather I pick him up a block away from school. The other day I was hugging him and I breathed in his dirty boy smell. That sweaty smelly boy is my son and I love him. God blessed me with my boys.