Last night as I was going into the kids' rooms to tell them goodnight JD reached for me and said, "I need love." I hesitated only a second, thinking of the things I needed to do. I quickly came to my senses. He won't ask for "love" forever, probably not even for much longer, so I pushed my busy mind aside and crawled into bed beside him.
As I lay there I started thinking of how his birthday is Tuesday. He will be 10. 10 years old! Double-digits! Where did a decade go!?!? As we cuddled I started mulling over a blog. I would start very similarly to what I did here...I would talk about the 42 hours of labor, the c-section, seeing him for the 1st time...I would muse over my sweet boy, how fast he's growing up, what a great person he is turning out to be...you know, the usual "bragging mom" stuff. I lay there pondering and then I was interrupted because he stole my phone. As I tried tickling him to get it back he started yelling something, but I couldn't understand him because his face was buried in his pillow. And then it happened---He pooted. Loudly. Right on me! He proceeded to laugh hysterically and say, "I tried to warn you!".