"Mom," he'll say, with a big sigh, "This is terrible. I can't find my cement mixer."
"Yuck. Something smells. I think it's that truck's exhaust."
"I have to pee, and I'm going to need some privacy."
|building a "cave"|
|watching Blue's Clues and trying to pretend he doesn't see Mommy taking a picture|
He has also decided recently that in addition to being a farmer when he grows up, he's going to be a "police guy." He's threatened to jail Steven and I for such infractions as winning too many games of Spiderman Uno in a row. This evening, when a stranger commented on his dancing in the coffee shop, he whispered to me, "Mom, when I get bigger, I'm putting her in jail."
|enthralled with Little Big Planet on the PS3|
|stirring his "coffee" (water) just like Mommy does|
Here in the midst of the seasonal chaos, the first emotional year of being divorced and feeling like I'm playing tug of war with my ex, using Eliot as the rope, I'm just trying to focus as often as possible on the daily miracle of having this wonderful little boy in my life. As difficult as it can be at times, every moment spent with Eliot is worth it. Every new word he utters, every new game that captivates him, all the rascal-y-ness he brings into my life...I know I'm a better, stronger person for being this munchkin's momma. Definitely. Indubitably. Without a doubt.