Sean
I'm trying to read Go Fug Yourself, so funny - the writers are so clever - and I just needed to veg for five minutes (maybe 30) and Sean is here behind me yammering and yammering. The kid can talk. He is delightful, really, but I have concentration issues. I can't.
So, finally, after many questions and look at this and do you know what, moms? I said,
"Sean...I ...can't," in between posts and views of celebrities in silly clothes.
He said, "Can't what, Mom?"
"I can't...I just ... can't think right now."
"Everybody's always thinking, Mom."
"Well, I just can't... think... about what you're saying right now."
"Nope, I don't get that either," he says as he leaves the room.
This morning we got great news. He went to a cardiologist for a heart murmur that was worrying his pediatrician and it's A-okay. We are all so relieved - great birthday present for Grampop who was very worried. Nope, Sean's perfect, just like I keep saying. Except for maybe all that tal- never mind, he's perfect. Now, off to find that game he wants to play.
So, finally, after many questions and look at this and do you know what, moms? I said,
"Sean...I ...can't," in between posts and views of celebrities in silly clothes.
He said, "Can't what, Mom?"
"I can't...I just ... can't think right now."
"Everybody's always thinking, Mom."
"Well, I just can't... think... about what you're saying right now."
"Nope, I don't get that either," he says as he leaves the room.
This morning we got great news. He went to a cardiologist for a heart murmur that was worrying his pediatrician and it's A-okay. We are all so relieved - great birthday present for Grampop who was very worried. Nope, Sean's perfect, just like I keep saying. Except for maybe all that tal- never mind, he's perfect. Now, off to find that game he wants to play.
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Thanks for visiting my blog yesterday from Michele's.
(I found you via Michelle.) ;)