In the car today, Andrew was playing with a couple of GI Joe men. That fact alone makes him seem so much older than a four year old.
Then he asked me, "Mom, can you put this GI Joe guy's leg back on?"
Something about putting the leg back on an action figure made me feel like a "real" mom. Sometimes I just feel like the babysitter or the personal chef or the teacher or the janitor.
But not today.
Today I did surgery on GI Joe.
I was a "real" mom.
*Sorry about the lack of posts. When we got back from vacation the beginning of July, our computer crashed. Now we're back up and running, but missing lots of pictures. They are somewhere, I just don't know where yet...
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Liz Harrell said...
This cracked me up!
Friday, 14 August, 2009
katy said...
I know how you feel. When Deron got his Transformer guy, and Philip showed him how to shoot his toy dinosaurs with the little missile launcher, I felt like a true boy's mom.
Friday, 14 August, 2009
Holly Ramsey said...
What a great post. You are indeed super-mom in his eyes now. I felt like a real mom last week when I started my day by creating a blue felt cape for a stuffed hamster toy from a Happy Meal so it would be like a Wonder Pet. And that was all before breakfast.
Monday, 17 August, 2009