No, really. How? It's not like it's on the knee. These pants are 30 days old, which means they have been worn (to church only) no more than 5 times. How did the hole get there, son?
If only I could have a 24 hour surveillance camera on that cute boy. On Mother's Day, we discovered piles poop on the bathroom mirror and we still cannot figure out how one could accomplish such a grossly impressive feat without the use of a sling shot. Especially a fairly tidy child. His bedroom? Immaculate. It looks like this all day, every day. I swear I did not do a thing before taking this picture.
He takes things out and he puts them away. I thought I should post this because it's an unexpected side of my little guy that not many get to see. I think he must be aware that the limits of his environmental control do not extend beyond the limits of his bedroom. Corbin is free to be completely uninhibited within these walls. He can show 100% of his emotions here, whether they are wreckless or heart melting. He goes all in here, where he knows we will love him no matter what.
I couldn't attend his kindergarten field trip to the Wild Wilderness Drive Thru Safari this morning (silly no siblings rule), but I texted this to a couple mom friends that chaperoned. Because I wanted him to know I miss him and think about him, and because being slightly creepy is good parenting.
I'm so happy to be this precious child's mother. I don't get to have eyes on him 24/7 like I wish I could, but I sure love being the keeper of his safest place.
2 comments:
Haha! You're such a good mom. And the fact that Corbin keeps his room that clean is amazing!
Haha! You're such a good mom. And the fact that Corbin keeps his room that clean is amazing!
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