A Glimpse of Me: April 25, 1987

Today my baby boy is 23 years old. Where have the years gone? Surely it was only two years ago that he was flying around the house with his batman (or superman) cape pinned to the back of his shirt. Or hiding around the corner of my dad’s house taking off his big boy underwear and putting them on his head. (He liked them so much that he wanted everyone to see them.) What a sweet little boy he was! One of the best things about Kyle was his personality and the way he could make conversation. That little mouth of his never stopped, he talked constantly! Our house was always filled with the sound of his sweet voice asking a million questions. Or arguing with Christy about who would be Luigi on the newest Nintendo game, not that Christy ever wanted to be Luigi - she just wanted to hear him whine about it, which he did every time.

So, today as I reflect on the past 23 years of Kyle’s life I thought I would share some of the funniest/cutest things he said as a little boy…….

- “Don’t worry mommy, the Ninja Turtles will bring them back to you.” Said as we stared into a storm drain in Wal-Mart’s parking lot looking for the keys I had just dropped.

- “You a big weird, Mommy.” After I told him he was a little weird.

- “Mommy! Christy won’t let me be Wu-wigi!” I heard this EVERY day.

- “Scott shoost me with my baby gun!” Explaining to me how he had gotten a big knot on his head. He had actually fallen into the corner of a table while acting like he was dying from being shot by my 20 year old nephew with a small toy gun.

- “Don’t let her take me, Debbie! Don’t let her take me!” Said about me, through big ole crocodile tears, on the first day at his new daycare. He had run from inside the building all the way back out to the car and wrapped himself around Debbie’s neck. Debbie (my cousin) and I rode to work together every day, we both cried the rest of the way to work that day.

- “Awwwwwww mommmmieeeeee, Brandon said shit! I heard him, he said shit. Shit is what he said. He really did say shit, mommy. He said it, shit. I heard him say shit. I really did hear him say shit, mommy.” Me, “Okay Kyle, that’s enough.” Kyle, walking away and in a very small voice, “but he did say shit, shit is what I heard.” Tattling on my nephew for saying a bad word.

- My favorite by far, “I love you, mommy.” He said this at least 50 times a day. He was just the sweetest little boy ever.

Kyle, Everyday is an exciting new adventure with you. I’m so grateful that God gave me such an amazing, loving and compassionate son. Happy Birthday, I love you more than you know.

Mom

Sharing some fun memories..........