Saturday, June 9, 2012

Yes, baby.

Yes, baby.  You may pick up that stick and jog to the other side of the patio.

Yes, baby.  You may climb up and down the cinderblocks.

Yes, baby.  You may throw that stone.

Yes, baby.  You may dig your nails into the dirt.

Yes, baby.  You may scream at the top of your lungs.

Yes, baby.  You may eat your meal off of our breakable dinnerware.

Yes, baby.  You may jump on your bed.

Yes, baby.  You may rip those pages out of the magazine.

Yes, baby.  You may unpack that entire kitchen cabinet.

Yes, baby.  You may eat with a fork.

Yes, baby.  You may eat what is on my plate, too.

Yes, baby.  You may play in the recycling.

Yes, baby.  You may walk 5 steps ahead of me.

Yes, baby.  You may dunk your head in the pool.

Yes, baby.  I love you.

J is 14 months.  And mostly, he hears a "Yes, baby," from our lips to his ears.

3 comments:

eah42 said...

Did you write this?! Either way, it made me smile. Hope you have a super awesome weekend!

Sarah [NurseLovesFarmer.com] said...

Hey we've missed you! Lovely post, and I can totally relate and remember that age well!

mama foosa said...

love this :) just catching up on your blog because your posts weren't showing on my feed. glad you're back :)