Finn is lounging on the couch in only his Hulk undies talking to himself about Scooby Doo and Spiderman being best friends. Occasionally, he busts out with a “Scooby Dooby Doooo” and the lyrics to the Spiderman song along with various and sundry other Spidey sound effects.
He’s supposed to be cleaning up his toy stash.
If I was rotten, I’d be taping this to use as blackmail when he is fifteen and brings a girl home for the first time. Instead, I am pretending to work on the computer and secretly listening to every word. His imagination makes me feel all gooey and proud to be his Mama.
He’s becoming more and more of a boy each day. Only this afternoon, we were doing yard work and he {shirtless and wearing jeans no less} was helping his Daddy move a few bricks into a pile. I suddenly realized that he’s no longer just “helping” his Daddy, but really helping.
When did this happen?
He used to be so little.
5 comments:
He is such a little dollbaby! :) Little ones grow up so fast. I just can't keep up with mine!
Finn is absolutely adorable and I love what you have to say here about that imperceptible change from baby to boy.
My 3 1/2 year old son and I were at Lowe's this morning and he was helping - really helping - me carry some seedlings for our garden. Part of me loves this help; and part of me wants to pause the aging process so that he'll stay my baby forever. Ahh, the emotional challenges of parenting!
McCoy LOVED Spiderman and Scooby! He went through four Spiderman Costumes before he gave up! He is 13 now!!! I so miss those days
What a precious boy. My seven year old is getting older every day. All I see when I look at her is her fat rolls when she was a baby.
Your little one is adorable! I can totally relate to "eavesdropping" on his conversations. I love to listen to my son playing and making up songs. Definitely one of the sweetest parts of motherhood.
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