You didn't give me your eyes or the color of your hair,
I've climbed the family tree and found there's no one like me there.
Sometimes I've felt like an alien that came from foreign shores...
Look inside my heart, you'll see, I'm yours.
You didn't give me these feet, but you place them on the right path.
You didn't give me this voice, but you taught it how to laugh.
You didn't give me these hands but you taught them to open doors,
Look at who I am , you'll see I'm yours...
You didn't give me these arms, but you gave me a family...to hold.
You didn't give me my body, but you've truly shaped it's soul.
Your love has given me wings and how my spirit soars,
Knowing that I'll always be yours.
Forever and always....I'm yours.
(song by the McLean family)
7.13.2010
7.01.2010
The Journals Of A Boy
I have misplaced my "written" journal. Now where could it be?
I'm keeping track really for myself, but if you're inclined to read, do it! These are the simple journal entries that I might forget if I don't write them about my boy.
Juvenile Jargon:
Ear Egg = formally known as an earache.
Gorilla Bar = formally known as granola bar.
Just this morning, my 4 year old wants to sleep instead of getting up for school. He's not even a teen yet. As mothers do, I took the covers off exposing his warm cuddly skin to the harsh a/c temperature of a basement. After failed attempt, I picked him up out of his bed in which he proceeded to smack me on the chest and telling me to put him back in his bed "NOW". Honestly, what child tells their mother "now"? At least I didn't have to resort to the cold bucket of water... After his futile resistance, he conceded and asked for some chocolate milk and watch one of his "shows". Our children don't have any concept of the television prior to the ability to record our favorite shows. If it would have worked in the early 80s, we wouldn't have been stuck watching the President ON EVERY CHANNEL.
I'm keeping track really for myself, but if you're inclined to read, do it! These are the simple journal entries that I might forget if I don't write them about my boy.
Juvenile Jargon:
Ear Egg = formally known as an earache.
Gorilla Bar = formally known as granola bar.
Just this morning, my 4 year old wants to sleep instead of getting up for school. He's not even a teen yet. As mothers do, I took the covers off exposing his warm cuddly skin to the harsh a/c temperature of a basement. After failed attempt, I picked him up out of his bed in which he proceeded to smack me on the chest and telling me to put him back in his bed "NOW". Honestly, what child tells their mother "now"? At least I didn't have to resort to the cold bucket of water... After his futile resistance, he conceded and asked for some chocolate milk and watch one of his "shows". Our children don't have any concept of the television prior to the ability to record our favorite shows. If it would have worked in the early 80s, we wouldn't have been stuck watching the President ON EVERY CHANNEL.
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