my attempts at poetry and journaling. I enjoy both, as well as learning how to be a mom and balance everything in my life. I love my life but I sometimes feel hopelessly inadequate.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Ah, yes, it begins. My boy was chattering while I put on his pajamas last night, and asked, "Daddy?" to which I replied, "Daddy's downstairs watching baseball." He took that in for a moment, then said, "Bee-bo." Considering "bo" is definitely "ball," I'm thinking that's his version of baseball. Oh, Daddy will be so pleased when he hears it. I tried to get him to say it to Daddy this evening but he wouldn't do it then. He said it for his Mimi on the phone, though.