Psychotically Sane

He really amazes me sometimes. Sunday morning for breakfast he HAD to have milk and cereal. Normally weekends is eggs, hashbrowns and sausage. He kept telling me ‘No’ when I asked him if he wanted eggs. So I get his bowl of milk and cereal, and a sippy cup of milk. He gets mad when he couldn’t get the lid off the cup. So I take it off. I try to feed him the cereal. He gets mad when he can’t feed himself. So I let him do it himself. I’m watching him. He smiles at me, and with such expertise, uses his spoon to get some cereal and into his mouth. He looks up at me, smiles, and then picks up his cup and expertly drinks from it. He looks at me, smiles and sets it back down on the table ever so gently. Then continues to shovel his cereal in.

That’s my little guy. I’m so proud.

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breakfast pt 1, originally uploaded by Me (?).

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breakfast pt 2, originally uploaded by Me (?).

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breakfast pt 3, originally uploaded by Me (?).

Everyday I look at him and wonder how where the time went.

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