I know, I'm practically Mike Holmes.
The thing about screens is, when you go to put them back, you could inadvertently pop them out of the runner. Causing you to start all over again.
And again.
And again.
Life has taught me a lot of patience.
But when I popped that screen on the fourth try of putting it back I. Lost. It.
I literally stomped like a petulant child through the living room and kitchen.
And I may have been cussing.
In front of my not-yet-soon-to-be-probably rethinking it at this point-husband.
It was a shining moment.
When I first found out I was pregnant with LB I started praying.
I'd like to say I prayed for "spiritually appropriate" things like his health, his development, ten fingers and toes. And I did. I really did. (Saying it twice like that makes it true.)
But what I really prayed for was that he would have my eyes.
It's not like Kevin has lizard eyes or anything. His eyes are perfectly fine. And they see through things. Like my bullshit.
Wanting LB to have my eyes is really a result of older sister having kids.
Boys.
Good looking boys.
The kind of good looking mothers warn their daughters about.
For the record, my mother did not warn me about good looking boys and it probably would have changed absolutely nothing if she had.
This is a picture of my oldest nephew at four.
WARNING: be prepared to fall in love.
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| He is now the ten year old equivalent of Bear Grylls. If you live under a rock and don't know who Bear Grylls is, click here. |
I think it's obvious why I would want my child to have those big expressive eyes with lashes a mile long.
So I prayed for that.
Still think God doesn't answer prayer?
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| Spider lashes. |
Here he is again with my other nephew:
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| Tell me you wouldn't warn your daughter about the one on the right. |
Obviously, my prayers were answered.
An now LB is nineteen months.
You want to know what else he got from me? Would you like to know what I should have prayed for?
Temperment.
