Oh! My little dude,
Can you say t-r-o-o-p-e-r? Because, you are a trooper! Troooooper! You went to sleep in so many places I started to feel guilty that you probably had no idea where on earth you were when you opened your eyes! You slept in a tent in Rangely, an airplane, a car, cousin Hailey's bed, a Country Inn, a tent in Camden, a hiking backpack, another airplane, and no matter where I laid you-you rolled. And, by roll, I mean you flowed. Like a river! You were the flexible, adaptable Prince. You woke up clapping your hands excited to play with your cousins and uncles. You learned big boy tricks and rode in a canoe for the first time and camped out for the first time. You played soccer with your Papa and climbed among Maine rocks and saw Maine Moose and ate wild Maine blueberries. Then, you said goodbye and woke up in our family bed between your Daddy and Mommy. Never thought I'd welcome stability like a long lost friend! Home.
Dadda. Hero so excited he sat on my lap. Bedtimes. The pirate ship pool. My favorite turquoise painted bedroom walls. You saying, "DuDu" for Duma! Hana holds and play toys. Seventh Generation. Neighborhood walks. Pre-nap storytimes. Cloth diapers. No more caveman meals-a chair, a spoon, a bid, and organic fare. Bugspray. 80 degree mornings and 90+ degree sunny days. The family bed, bath, and fun day. Pets. Neighbor Buddies. The library. My kitchen cooking and baking helper. Mommy-son day dates.
"Say, isn't it nice to be home again." James Taylor Yes, James. It is.
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