1. When I picked Joshua up from daycare today, I said “Give me kisses.” Just like I do every day. And he opened his mouth and looked like he was trying to eat my face. Just like he does every day.
Only today he GRABBED MY FACE and BIT MY LIP. HARD. And he drew blood. And then he wanted to kiss me again, but I was askeered of him. But I kissed him anyway because that is what I do. I kiss and kiss and kiss on my baby. I might be addicted to slobbery Joshua kisses.
Hold on to your Kleenex for this one, y’all.
2. HE MADE ME A FINGER PAINTED BOOKMARK AT DAYCARE. I’m tearing up just thinking about it. I picked him up and the afternoon teacher said “Your card is in his diaper bag” and when I got to the car, I grabbed the envelope and ripped it open. In the parking lot. And I started tearing up.
There’s a beautiful little card in there with a little rhyme that says something about how this is him making my Mother’s Day present and there’s a picture of him sitting in one of the high chairs and it looks like he is really, really concentrating on making this finger painting the most awesome finger painting ever (but really he’s probably just thinking “WHAT THE CRAP IS ON MY HANDS!?!!?”)
Then I felt that there was still something in the envelope so I reached in and there was a laminated bookmark with his finger paints on one side and his name on the other and a cute little dragonfly charm dangling from the ribbon. It’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.
AND MY SON MADE IT FOR ME, Y’ALL.
My first homemade craft and it makes me want to cry. I want to use it for the rest of my book-reading life, but I don’t want to risk losing it. So that makes me want to frame it or something. It’s beautiful. If my camera were any good, or, well, okay, if I were any good at using my camera, I’d post pics of it to show you the most beautiful bookmark you have ever seen in your life.
(Maybe my Friday turned out fabulous afterall…)