When he isn’t whining about his knee, James has so much to say that he can’t get it all out. It is a little like listening to a schizophrenic, fresh out of the asylum, and off of his meds.
This is a little excerpt from putting James to bed last night.
J- Mama, Mama, Mama!? MAAAMAAA!
M- Yes James.
J- (All in one breath, words spilling out of his mouth in a rush) Are we gonna see dolphins? Big boat! I sneezed…Achoo! Does Daddy say Achoo? I cover my mouth…Cough! I’m telling Miss Kim. Is Miss Kim a boy? I think she’s a boy! Boom! Phoosh! Grayson…wuff creek! He slides. Can I have a story? Phoosh, phoosh, boom! Enzo went to heaven. Where’s my friend raccoon? Is he nice to the kitties? Can I have two birthdays? How old is Daddy, how old are you? Is it today? Is wacky hair day today or tomorrow? There’s a TV on the wall!
M- Two more minutes of snuggling. Close your eyes, relax the bod, and no more talking.
J- (Eyes closed, in a whisper). Don’t touch me…pat my back…slower…faster. Is my friend raccoon bad or good? Slower….no like this. Don’t touch me. Where’s my blanket? Is my booboo better? Will the blanket hurt my booboo. I wanna roll over, will it hurt? Where’s my band aide. Rub my back. Lumpy Headed Dinosaurs go boom…boom…boom! Will you go get my blanket….peas?
M- Good night James, I’m going to get your blanket. Stay in bed please.
J- NO! five more minutes, sixeightnineteneleven…Twelve!
M- Good night James. I love you.
J- Love you Mommy (frantic kisses and a death grip hug).
These are our mornings, our evenings, our weekends, our everything