I just posted this as a comment with a friend... reread it and thought... damn! I like these words:
"Stick with your instincts and don't take any crap."
How you gonna go wrong with that?
and what the hell is with the www.msp.matchmaker.com prompt every time I display my friends page... one of you has embedded the code in your posting... So who?
my thumb's gonna be too little soon...
When I met him, he was... oh, maybe 8.5 lbs.
The first thing he ever did was close his
inconceivably small hand around my baby finger.
As they closed that first time... his eyes opened.
While I know he could only, maybe,
sort'a, see inches before him, I spoke to him...
and I swear he squeezed harder.
Nothing became one.
Cradle became crib.
The floor beside it,
my home away from home...
Sleep overcame me so often there,
and my arm hung from between the bars...
My index-finger a prized possession of a little hand.
Two vanished... so did three... and when
that was done school was ready to begin.
But days turn in to night and just as sure
is the grip on two fingers... and we sleep,
me fitfully on a cold carpet... he, content in his bunk bed.
Now, five years away from the starting gate,
it's my thumb.
He can hold on tight in the deepest of sleeps...
but last night... it slipped out...
... and then he held my hand.
Ed is three ...
Three little years old.. and only just! Late january was number 3.
He bites his nails.
I mean, you'll see him concentrating on something and swish,
his arm folds up and he's got a finger in his mouth (he only has the
tinniest teeth in the universe...)
nibble, nibble, pwtewy.... he sorta spits a nail bit out.
I mean... fine. No issues. But this is a total non-learned skill.
Since I stopped bitting my nails like 2 years ago... he has
practically never seen anyone bite their nails...
So, this is either something he's just dreamed up and glommed onto
all by-his-self. Or he's adopting a manerism I exhibited to him when
he was in his first year.!!!