Baby J at 9

I just want to hit the pause button. I don't want him any older, any bigger, any wiser, any less innocent. He is so difficult some days, and rages against the machine. He is so literal, gosh is this child literal. He is the consummate bargainer - he thrives on making deals - deals to walk the pigs, deals to eat dinner, deals to play baseball. He is kind-hearted and sweet and tells me he loves me every morning when he hops out of the car at school, that dreaded building that locks him away from the legos and the tractors and the dogs he so loves, keeping him still and silent the bulk of the daylight hours. I just wish my hours with him would slow down.

Baby J was supposed to be washing his feet in the sink, but commenced playing. As usual.

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[Vanessa]

I love this post.