Tuesday, October 3, 2006

Allergic to Babies

“If my sister gets up while I’m going potty, would you make
sure she doesn’t get my doggy? Cause
remember, she’s [doggy] allergic to babies.”

This is the first thing my son said when he woke up this
morning. Clearly my child with a
bladder the size of a chickpea, he made a B-line to the bathroom upon rousing this morning. He was not worried about
anything except his precious doggy. My
son has always needed some type of security blanket, usually in the form of a
stuffed animal. I was the same
way. I slept with the same tattered
blanket until I was 12 years old so I guess he is pretty much a carbon copy of

It is moments like this morning, when he says opens his
mouth and a sentence like that comes out, that I remember how sweet, smart and
funny my son really is. Yes, he drives
me nuts with his constant badgering and seemingly never-ending stream of

“Mom, can I have some milk?”
“Can I watch a movie?”
“I’m hungry.”
“When are we going outside?”
“Will you play with me?”

But he also makes my heart melt when he sees his sister in
distress and immediately brings her the teddy bear that he made her at
Build-A-Bear for her first birthday. He
put so much thought into making it that he assumes that seeing it will bring
her joy, regardless of the situation. How sweet is that?

Ironically, the qualities that I find most annoying in him
are the ones that are proof- positive that he is my son. I flew off the handle for no apparent reason
throughout my childhood (and, if I’m being totally honest, into my
adulthood). Just ask my Mother (or my
husband). I had to have my security
blanket to sleep. I still do it just
takes a different form: an eye-mask, aptly called “my eye thing.” I was desperately afraid of storms and water
slides and was the pickiest eater ever to grace a South Carolina table. My son reminds me of myself, only
three-years-old with very little self-control and an iron will. I guess I should be grateful that there is a
little version of me running around. Isn’t that the whole reason human beings want to reproduce?



  1. So glad to hear another child this.Garrett says "mommy please make sure ewishabef ( his version of elizabeth) does not get my cars because she will eat them" He goes to the bathroom then very quickly he returns and as he is still pulling up his pants he says " momma did she get my cars?"
    Garrett will cover his ears when she starts to cry. It is funny the things that can make us fall in love with them all over again. I remember when he made that bear for her and what a great day you said you guys had. Good memories!

  2. Loved, loved, loved this one!!! Can't wait to see you guys on Thursday.
    Truman does remind me of you in a lot of ways. Love , Mom

  3. I knew you'd like this one, Angie!

  4. Melinda-
    My son is clever and always uses the "but Sissy will choke on that basketball, Mommy" approach. It doesn't matter how big it is, if it is my son's, it is a choking hazard.

  5. Thanks Mom! I'm sure you appreciate how much my son is like me.