When it comes to raising boys, I see it as a privilege. I believe that I am raising boys that will someday take care of girls, and right now, I have them practicing on me.
Parker is in the most loving, and tender stage right now. And he is crazy about his Mommy. Today, while his older brother made a great decision to take a nap, Parker had other plans. He proceeded to howl at the top of his lungs in combination with screaming, "Mama!" through all his tears. After 45 minutes and me needing a nap, I brought him into my bed (there's a first time for everything!!) and told him that he could lay down with me, and we would both sleep.
He squinted his eyes shut tight, and I closed mine. He then proceeded to trace my lips with his fingertip, brush my hair out of my eyes, and gently places his little lips on my mouth. Again, all the makings for a perfect little man.
After an hour, when I caught him with his finger up my nose, making spit bubbles on my brown matte coverlet and yanking on my hair, nap time was officially over. At one point he pulled the covers over our heads, and I think that he may have tooted. Looks like I still have a lot of work to do.
