I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, but apparently one of the powers-that-be got wind that I have a little down time at work and decided to fix that immediately.
Then there is home.
Sometimes I really believe my little sister was reincarnated into my son. When she started pulling-up and trying to walk as a baby, my 7-year-old mind came up with the nickname "Dooders." She was always "doing" something. It stuck. She was Kayde Dooders her whole life.
Now my son can pull himself up on the coffee table, and he thinks it's fun to grab everything within reach and throw it on the floor or try to put it in his mouth. He's also got this fun new thing where he finds things on the floor and tries to stick those in his mouth. Just when I think I've gotten every, single thing out of his reach, he proves me wrong...last night he almost ate a dime. I feel like I'm chasing him around and saying "no" from the time I get home until the time he passes out. He's always "doing" something. So, sometimes I wonder....has my sister showed back up, or perhaps she sent me her little boy to raise since she's in Heaven raising my daughter?
My sister would have been 22 on the 16th. I miss her very much. So, it's nice to have a son who lights up my life because he is amazing in himself but also because he gives me glimpses of a mischievous little girl who left my life too soon.
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Si truly is a blessing from God.
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