What are Little Boys made of
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That's what little boys are made of !"
Becoming a mother is a bewildering and wondrous experience . It depends on factors ranging from the amount of sleep one managed to get, to if we are actually able to get baby to have a nap. The first experience at motherhood had panic and terror interspersed with wonder. The second time around was definitely more wonder and less visions of doom and gloom.
The old nursery rhyme definitely described Kaustub. The little one with the smirk captured for infinity in our family pictures. How does one describe this conundrum . He has yet to meet a stranger but can be as prickly as a cactus with friends . He is the true opposite of his sister. An early to bed, early to rise baby born into a family set on a late schedule. 5:00 am wake up call of gurgles,7:30 pm rain or shine saw him drop into deep sleep wherever he was. I guess thinking that bringing up one child willy nilly prepares one, simply wasn't true. Here was the happiest baby I had ever seen. Loved everyone but allowed only a chosen few close. A true connoisseur of food , who turned up his nose at packaged baby food, though this could have something to do with his being fed McDonald fries and sips of soda by an ever obliging sister when he was about 2 months old.
Found great enjoyment in playing in the kitchen cabinets rearranging stuff, which basically meant throwing everything out and making the cabinet his home . His favorite toys were pots and pans and cardboard cartons. He happily rearranged the living room creating mountains out of laundry and rocks with pots . Quilts and sheets trailed every which way interspersed with toys creating a terrain a rock climber would love to scale or cause a cleanliness freak to run screaming. It was difficult to explain the design style to surprise visitor's.
He is every mothers dream and has promised me a 9 diamond ring with a central diamond that lights up and a box of tissues . Gifts I ll treasure forever I know. Has a heart of gold and sees a glass half full . Independent to a fault, as evidenced by his taking the bus to school on his first day, where every child had grabbed on to a parents hand. I Am still unsure if I should be proud or sad that he grew so independent, he didn't need me to hold his hand or was so secure he did not need his hand held.
Years have gone by in the blink of an eye , today he stands before me still a little sweet a little tart,
an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, surrounded by mystery.
The old nursery rhyme definitely described Kaustub. The little one with the smirk captured for infinity in our family pictures. How does one describe this conundrum . He has yet to meet a stranger but can be as prickly as a cactus with friends . He is the true opposite of his sister. An early to bed, early to rise baby born into a family set on a late schedule. 5:00 am wake up call of gurgles,7:30 pm rain or shine saw him drop into deep sleep wherever he was. I guess thinking that bringing up one child willy nilly prepares one, simply wasn't true. Here was the happiest baby I had ever seen. Loved everyone but allowed only a chosen few close. A true connoisseur of food , who turned up his nose at packaged baby food, though this could have something to do with his being fed McDonald fries and sips of soda by an ever obliging sister when he was about 2 months old.
Found great enjoyment in playing in the kitchen cabinets rearranging stuff, which basically meant throwing everything out and making the cabinet his home . His favorite toys were pots and pans and cardboard cartons. He happily rearranged the living room creating mountains out of laundry and rocks with pots . Quilts and sheets trailed every which way interspersed with toys creating a terrain a rock climber would love to scale or cause a cleanliness freak to run screaming. It was difficult to explain the design style to surprise visitor's.
He is every mothers dream and has promised me a 9 diamond ring with a central diamond that lights up and a box of tissues . Gifts I ll treasure forever I know. Has a heart of gold and sees a glass half full . Independent to a fault, as evidenced by his taking the bus to school on his first day, where every child had grabbed on to a parents hand. I Am still unsure if I should be proud or sad that he grew so independent, he didn't need me to hold his hand or was so secure he did not need his hand held.
Years have gone by in the blink of an eye , today he stands before me still a little sweet a little tart,
an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, surrounded by mystery.
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