Lovin' the Boy
After five girls I have to say, I'm lovin' having a boy. Full stop, lovin' it! I love how he runs everywhere. Back and forth, to nowhere in particular, he runs on his delicious little chunky baby legs, and then, all of a sudden, as if realizing that I'm there, looks up and not just his face but his entire being lights up. It's magical. No other word for it.
Those big blue eyes, handsome dimples (I'm a sucker for a man with dimples, his Daddy has dimples and I think he's the most handsome guy in the world.....hmmmm I detect a pattern here......) just appear, and the arms start waving about in glee, and you'd think someone was handing him the crown jewels, or at the very least a really cool football, but no, it's all for me. I'm savoring every second of it.
I love how in the midst of all the toys, he finds his favorite Woody cowboy doll, and the trucks and weeds them out to play with.
He also is currently in love with an old cell phone, loves the buttons, but he'll put it up to his ear and give whoever he's talking to an earful, then fold the phone up and promptly launch it into a forward pass across the living room (the boy's got a good arm, I think Navy might just have their quarterback for 2027).
I love how his sisters love him. Teenagers to age 5, they all adore him, his groupies. They'd do anything for him. Anything. They love to make him smile, and he looks for them when he wakes up in the morning or after his naps, can't wait to find his girlies.
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