My Valentine came early

Since I don’t use Bug’s real name on this blog, I couldn’t show you the pictures of the day he wrote his name for the first time, which is too bad because I feel sure it would have changed your life.

But I CAN show you what he drew for me this morning while I was standing in front of my closet trying not to think about the fact that most of my outfit options for today were clothes I have owned since college. I really need new clothes. Seriously, Internet, if you signed me up for TLC’s What Not To Wear, I would not be in the least bit offended. AT ALL.

My how I digress. Anyhoodle, I was absorbed in my fashion crisis when Bug came in to my room and said, “Mama, I made you a picture, look,” and handed me a piece of paper with blue scribbles all over it. “Oh buddy, that’s so sweet, thank you,” I said. “And, you wrote your name on it!” I was turning it around and around to figure out which way was up.

“No, Mama. I didn’t write my name, I wrote your name,” he insisted.

And sure enough, with a scraggly first “M”, a pretty good “O”, two “M”s hidden in the scribble, and a “Y” that would be better classified as an “N”, Bug had written “Mommy” on his picture.

I think I just might keep it forever.



1 Don Mills Diva { 02.14.08 at 12:19 pm }

You better keep it – get it framed!

2 Carol { 02.14.08 at 8:37 pm }

Of course you will keep it forever. For months, it will live on the refrigerator door where you can admire it many times each day. Then, as it is replaced with other works of art by Bug, it can be carefully stored in the baby book where you record all of Bug’s “firsts.”

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