the little man « Letters from Grenada

the little man

I swear, every time I think he’s gotten as gorgeous as one human being can possibly get, he goes and kicks the bar higher. And yeah, I’m his mother so clearly I’m biased, but I also know empirical beauty when I see it.

Bean and I had a fantastic time taking these. My dad got him a digital camera for Christmas, so he’s all sorts of interested in, for example, the fact that he needs to keep still or else the photo might come out blurry. And since he’s in his “why?” phase, it’s a relief to have him asking questions that have simple, concrete answers. Questions that lack simple, concrete answers include, but are not limited to:

“Mommy, why is your bottom so big?”

“Mommy, why don’t I have a baby sister?”

“Mommy, why don’t your scrambled eggs look like Grandma’s scrambled eggs?”

“Mommy, why can’t I have some of your diet Coke?”

Then there’s my personal favorite, and evidence of my foresight fail: “Mommy, why can’t I sit on the kitchen table today when you let me yesterday?”

(Because grownups are fickle, honey.)