I had just fed him, with him nestled in the boppy on my lap. I had to get up to do something, so I just slid the two off my lap. He rolled down into the nest and there you have it.
I melted when I saw it, but had the presence of mind to grab the camera.
Frank N checks in...He's beautiful...congrats from Jersey...
Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star And lying underneath a brand-new Japanese guitar
I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work The sound of your makeup case on the sink And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work
If pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true You couldn't stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through And if it's a funny old world, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just for you
It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me in a glance We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'll go out and dance
Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants Pullin' me up of the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there And say what it was that I had to say
Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar brought us And I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's brought us Well tonight I'm takin's requests here in the kitchen This one's for you, ma, let me come right out and say it It's overdue, but baby, if you're looking for a sad song, well I ain't gonna play it
Wow...I am amazed you manage to get to work. He is so precious. When you get home do you ever just look at him as though you've never seen him before and say, "That is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I do think something like that to myself, yes. Sure, I get frustrated when I'm tired or have to work on something and he decides to scream and fuss, but most of the time I'm just in awe of him. I'm still trying to understand how he's even possible - how he could be mine.
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Date: June 12th, 2007 01:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: June 12th, 2007 03:56 pm (UTC)That is one of the cutest things I have ever seen...
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Date: June 12th, 2007 04:14 pm (UTC)I melted when I saw it, but had the presence of mind to grab the camera.
wow
Date: June 19th, 2007 08:17 am (UTC)Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window
That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star
And lying underneath a brand-new Japanese guitar
I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring
I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
The sound of your makeup case on the sink
And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts
And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work
If pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
You couldn't stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through
And if it's a funny old world, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true
Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just for you
It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card
It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me in a glance
We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'll go out and dance
Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants
Pullin' me up of the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts
Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday
She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there
And say what it was that I had to say
Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar brought us
And I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's brought us
Well tonight I'm takin's requests here in the kitchen
This one's for you, ma, let me come right out and say it
It's overdue, but baby, if you're looking for a sad song, well I ain't gonna play it
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Date: June 12th, 2007 05:34 pm (UTC)...to hold for 5 minutes and give back to its mother. ;-)
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Date: June 12th, 2007 05:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: June 12th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: June 12th, 2007 10:55 pm (UTC)*melts into puddle of goo*
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Date: June 14th, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)*sigh* You're so lucky! Congrats!
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Date: June 14th, 2007 01:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: June 14th, 2007 01:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: June 14th, 2007 12:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: June 17th, 2007 09:26 pm (UTC)Beautiful.
You made a good one. ;)
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Date: June 18th, 2007 12:39 pm (UTC)