my love

I have a headache...
the girls are being, well, girls...but my sunshine is being my sunshine...

I love that kid...he is funny as hell...he spends Wednesday nights when choclahontas goes to her class...so we sleep together...he kicks, moves, shreds tissue...but before he goes to sleep we talk..."muma, what's your mommys name?" "huh" "whats your mommys name"...I tell him, he repeats and starts to giggle..."I know your name Muma"..."what is it" I ask...he tells me...I've started telling him my phone number...I told him "don't kick me and don't pee in my bed"..."you take me home?" "yup"..."ok muma" "I love you baby, good night, here let me get you noshey" "oh thank you muma, thank you" "muma, I do peepee...ok? you no take me home" "ok baby...thanks, muma doesn't wanna sleep in a wet bed" "no, muma, that nashty"...
the other night he spent the night...I wanted him to watch real t.v. and not just his shows, so we watched a show on training dogs..."I like the dogs muma"...so he dozed, sucked his thumb and shredded tissue...the next morning I wanted to put on his shoes...he was running around...very firmly I said "come here...come...come here sunshine"...he stopped, looked at me and said "I no dog muma"...I fell out..."I sounded like the dog trainer?" "yeah muma, I no dog"...
so last night he was so careful not to kick me in the back...about four he said "muma, I got to pee"...he did his business and said "it's your turn muma...do peepee toilet, ok muma? wipe now"...
you got to love him...