my son spits <<< demo over there (it's a movie, duh!) <<<
...so much freakin' fun this weekend with my wild child
this is the face that Sy gives me when i am trying to teach him a life lesson
i like this one 'cause it shows our relationship most of the time lately...
seriously, though, I love my little guy. a lot. a LOT. he's the coolest little man in the world. and somehow, he's the only being I know who can actually roll with my mood swings (quite fluidly, actually). He even manages to always swing me over to the good side.
So there: I've figured out his role in the enrichment of my life. Now I just have to put my finger on my enriching role in his. that's a tough one. One glaringly obvious one is that I am showing him how to put up with crazy women like myself in his future. He's going to make some moody chick very happy one day... geez, there must be more to it than that. oh, yes: and I am training him to be a future superhero (for real). just no gay costume comprised of spandex and super-saturated primary colours.
ok, obviously I need 2 more coffees to get this brain of mine to fully function. back to work... that was a lotta freakin procrastination. fuck.
ahhh. the testing...
they're our best teachers. no doubt about it.
Nice pics. Minus the spit. But that's just me being squeamish.