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Sometimes Éiden is just a curly headed ball of unbridled exuberance and delight
At the Y before swimming lessons, he runs into the building, his curls bouncing with each step and proudly hands over his brand new Y membership card that we'd gotten the week before. In the picture his smile says, "Damn right, I'm cute." The lady behind the desk scans the card then hands it back to him and Éiden races to the locker room and yanks the door open.
In the pool, he can't help but laugh as he jumps in the pool, practices his strokes, and floats along with the other two kids in his class on his "rocket." From all the way on the other side of the pool, I can hear his infectious laugh.
After the lesson is over while he is undressing in the boys locker room, he yells out at the top of his lungs, "I HAVE BREASTS!!!!!" then, placing each finger on a either side of his chest, he tells me, "See, I have NIPPLES!"
From the locker room he flies out across the lobby, arms outstretched as he makes sound effects for his flight across the Y. "This . . . looks . . . like a job . . . for SUPER-GRILLA!" he shouts, utterly charming the two women behind the desk.
As we pull into the Aldi parking lot he tells me, "when Arie and I were babies we were in Mommy's tummy." "Yes, you were," I respond. "Yeah," he laughs. "But then we broke out!"
Inside Aldi he sees the apples. "Oh, let's get . . . GOLDENDELICIOUSAPPLES!!!!!" He then picks one up and begins turning it in his hands as he pretends to eat the apple, making chomping noises while he does this. He races through the rest of the store pretending to do the same to the rest of the food.
When he's at his worst, this kid can be a serious three year old pain in mine and everyone else's asses. At his best, I wonder how I possibly had any part in producing him and marvel at his ability to brighten even my crappiest days.
In the pool, he can't help but laugh as he jumps in the pool, practices his strokes, and floats along with the other two kids in his class on his "rocket." From all the way on the other side of the pool, I can hear his infectious laugh.
After the lesson is over while he is undressing in the boys locker room, he yells out at the top of his lungs, "I HAVE BREASTS!!!!!" then, placing each finger on a either side of his chest, he tells me, "See, I have NIPPLES!"
From the locker room he flies out across the lobby, arms outstretched as he makes sound effects for his flight across the Y. "This . . . looks . . . like a job . . . for SUPER-GRILLA!" he shouts, utterly charming the two women behind the desk.
As we pull into the Aldi parking lot he tells me, "when Arie and I were babies we were in Mommy's tummy." "Yes, you were," I respond. "Yeah," he laughs. "But then we broke out!"
Inside Aldi he sees the apples. "Oh, let's get . . . GOLDENDELICIOUSAPPLES!!!!!" He then picks one up and begins turning it in his hands as he pretends to eat the apple, making chomping noises while he does this. He races through the rest of the store pretending to do the same to the rest of the food.
When he's at his worst, this kid can be a serious three year old pain in mine and everyone else's asses. At his best, I wonder how I possibly had any part in producing him and marvel at his ability to brighten even my crappiest days.