In 18 more days the light of my life, the reason for my exsistance, my sun, moon and stars will be 9 years old. I've been reflecting upon the day of his birth. Pudd'n was born at 10:35 am weighing in at 10 lbs.
That was the first time I had ever seen Steve cry.
At the time I had a stinking HMO and the peditrician I had selected came to see the new prince. She was an asian woman, barely 4 ft tall. She just checked over pudd'n. Nothing traumatic.......sort of. Pudd'n did not want to be checked over and he heartily let out a good wail. The urge to get up off the bed and beat that woman to a pulp because she made my child cry was over whealming. Momma bear kicked in and I was ready to kill for the slightest infraction. I never felt like that before. Well, until the girl came in to get pudd'ns big ass foot print in clay. He was not in the mood for it and fussed. Again, I was ready to commit murder.
I am glad to say I'm a wee bit more relaxed, not by much mind you. I'm trying to think of something to do for Pudd'n to let him know it is a special day on his birthday. Pudd'n is not one for parties. I used to throw grand ones. Pinatas, food, dolphins, guy who has reptiles...... I tried them all, pudd'n could of cared less. So we will probably spend the afternoon at aunt selma's. That is his favorite place to be (next to grandma land) and I will celebrate in my heart. My life truley did not begin until he came into it.
I love you Pudd'n with all my heart & soul......