My hero.
Posted on April 20th, 2008 by mssinglemama
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This is the man who will always, always have my heart in his pocket.
Filed under: My little guy, Striking thoughts, The Daily Grind, Toddlerisms
If he’s anything like my son, that heart will go through the washer and dryer more than a few times. (Boys never empty their pockets, and I always forget to check…)
Your son’s a cutie! Striking a bold, manly pose. Very nice.
The 6-year-old daughter of the woman I am seeing drew a picture for me while I was over checking on her mother, who had a tooth pulled. Technically, it was of me and it breaks my heart when I look at it. I have nightmares of a fire breaking out in my kitchen and it being destroyed. I want to put it in a safety deposit box.
I don’t know how parents do it; feel so much and not go crazy. Maybe it’s a good sort of crazy.
Beautiful.
Very very cute picture. My baby’s little boy was in the living room playing with his cars whilst the lady and I had a heated discussion. Suddenly he looks over and says “Mama, calm down, calm down Mommy.” adorable. He loves his mama.
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