What's not to love about Scrag?
Tomorrow is his third birthday and so today's "Loving" post is in honour of him.
Baby, I love the way you looked at me when you were just hours old.
Intense, knowing.
Like you knew me.
You made my heart swell to bursting. I forgot the pain.
I said, "It's all been worth it, cos I got you."
I love the way you have always made us laugh.
You brought joy with you.
I love the way happiness is your default setting.
I've never known a child like you for smiles.
Your deep throaty chuckle from the earliest days brought grannies running, admiring this little bundle of joy.
I love your laughter.
I love the way you love us all.
Huggie huggies and moochy kisses.
I love your moochy kisses.
I love the way you just want to be one of the gang.
You keep up with the big kids. You dive right in.
I love the way you shout, "Hey guys! I got a great idea!"
You crack me up.
Love the way you're funny even when you make a mess.
"Oooh dorry mum," you say.
Hard to get mad at a kid like you. You're just too cute.
Even when you decimate my makeup.
Love that.
Love your Scragness.
This is the photo that gave you your name.
We all looked at it and laughed.
"He's such a... such a.... scrag!" someone shouted. And the name stuck.
A Scrag is cheeky and cute.
A Scrag is funny and rascally.
That's you.
Love this photo.
Love the way you stack your bib tidily on your bowl to show us you've finished.
I love the way you will only have a bath after dinner.
And you must have one every night.
Love your funny little quirks.
They make you, you.
Love your love for books and stories.
Love the stories you've started to tell...
"Hey guyd I got a great dory... once upon a time... there was a engine called Thomad..."
Love the way you can't say your "f"s and "s"s yet.
The way you talk is so cute.
Love your singing.
And Dancing.
Especially the way you sing to me, "Mamaaaa! Oooooohooooh! I didn't mean to make you CRY! id I not back tomorrow, curry on, curry on...."
*smile*
Love the things you notice.
Love your big blue eyes.
Love your face, your hair, your tallness and your strength.
Most of all I love that you are in our family.
Where would we be without you?
There would be less laughter.
Less games.
No huggie huggies.
No moochy kisses.
You are our sunshine on a cloudy day.
Happy Birthday.
I love you.
from Mummy
for April 16 2011
