Tuesday, September 05, 2006
More than just a Happy Meal
Today is the Door Man's Sixth Birthday. It is hard to believe that six years have passed since I pushed that little man out of my body. He has been a real treasure. He has a heart the size of Texas, and he wears that on his sleeve.
He is an excellent big brother. Nurturing to the point of mothering. It really is sweet to see him with his little sister. And the Monkey seeks him out above anyone else, so that speaks volumes to me.
This morning, my mother was watching them so I could teach a class on Litigation. She said that my Dad (PawPaw) stopped over to invite the Man out to lunch, and then take a side trip to the hardware store. Well, lunch out is one thing; lunch out with PawPaw is something completely different. It was building up to a special birthday for him.
He took the Monkey to the window, and pointed to my Dad's car.
"See that car out there. That is the car that will take me out to eat. But you aren't going."
I laughed when Mom relayed that message, and when it was time for the Man to take off with PawPaw, he was bounding with excitement. He left in PawPaw's car, not knowing where he was eating, or what he would have.
An hour later, they pull in the driveway, and the Man comes running in with a Happy Meal toy, and some brochures on who knows what.
The Monkey, who had been waiting for him for that hour, ran out into the kitchen, yelling his name. The Man walked up to the Monkey, put his hand on her head and said "you're cute!" and handed her his Happy Meal Toy.
Here you go. I got this for you.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
On the cusp