Lately Caleb has been, well, a little punk. He is 5 and a half and does things that make me wonder where my sweet little baby boy went. I suppose it's no big deal, he's just being a boy. But that doesn't make me feel any better about the passage of time that is making my little boy into a bigger boy and one day a man (gasp!).
Caleb likes to watch superheros and no longer likes Bob the Builder. He'd rather play with his transformers than with Thomas the Train. And he'd much rather wipe off my kisses and throw them away than give me one of his own.
But then there are times that I see a glimpse of the sweetness that is still inside.
The other day I leaned over and gave him a little kiss, and with a sweet smile he looked at me and said I'm gonna keep that one.
He may be a punk, but he's my sweet little punk!
Thursday, May 22
That's My Boy!
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4 comments:
Ohhhh, that is a good one. Isn't it nice that God gives us moments to remind us that our kids may be "keepers" after all?
Awwwww......
Just be glad you don't have THREE punks, er I mean sweet, boys!
How sweet is that... just when you think he's not going to make it to his next birthday...wham! he says something that hits your heart. Those are the things you will remember when he is 30.
Love you sweet daughter
Mom
What a little sweetie!
Bob the Builder and Thomas are still cool at our house, for now...
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