The Waiting Game Series: Part III

Thomas

I'm tempted to leave this as a graphic novel type post, and just let the pictures tell the story.

Enough Said? No?

Tommy will be Six next month. He wears his undies backward so he can see the picture up front. He's the little gentleman who insists on opening my door. He's exuberant and talkative, he's a middle child vying for first-born status. His actions scream, "Give me your attention, praise me, worship me as your first and honored son!" So eager to please, dying to make me laugh.
Luckily he's very good at both.

He's started Kindergarten and Karate, and loves them both. He might start to seem like a very big boy, but is saved from young man status by those little speech quirks I love. There are a few sounds that just haven't developed yet. Like the letter L. And R. Those are both replaced with a W.
He has no idea that those random knock-knock jokes he makes up are no where near as funny as the things he comes up with in daily conversation.
A snippet from our goodbyes this morning:
"Dad, Dad, don't weave without a piwate bwow kiss (pirate blow kiss). Put it in your pocket in case you need to get cwanky (cranky) with someone".
*kiss* "AARG" *blow*"
Is it any wonder that I just kept having babies after getting a kid like this?

And it doesn't hurt that he's gorgeous and lets me run my fingers through his hair.

I just might have to promote him. Jared is much too fabulous to be dethroned as first and honored son, but he might have to share the pedestal with the middle child. The world is in need of incredible men, and if there aren't enough pedestals to go around they'll just have to share for a while. We're a big family. They're used to sharing.