This is how cool Simon is - he doesn't even need to pose. He just lounges. Now I was going to have a birthday interview with him, but I figured all answers would be one of three choices: Mom-me! Go-go (his word for train). Or some form of "Uh?" I'll be presumptuous and fill you in on his likes and dislikes.
Favorite Foods: all junk food, especially french fries. He would eat entire meals of oranges (if he can spit out the skins), strawberries, and dry peanut butter cereal. Turns out he can tolerate broccoli as long as there's enough hummus to cover the tops. Favorite Toy: If the toy has wheels than he's happy. His favorite wheeled vehicle, by far, is the train. I mean crazy obsessed! He will search his closet for the train-clad shirt or pajama set. Favorite Book: Dr. Seuss's ABC, Because a Little Bug Went Ka-Choo, Little Golden Books Cars and Trucks. What He Wants To Be When He Grows Up: He's thinking of becoming Mommy's free janitor to make up for all the messes he's made. His Favorite Past Time: Doing whatever Kaeley is doing. Saying, "Mom-me. Mom-me. Mom-me" over and over and over and...
Now look behind him and notice the poor teddy bear. My grandparents sent me that bear when I was six. He was beautiful. He sat up by himself, his fur was shiny, his eyes gleamed in happiness, and his smile was bright. Now? He's ready for retirement. I think I'm ready to enjoy the pictures of Brownie, kiss him, and say good-bye. I'm getting sentimental just thinking about getting rid of him. Looking at him slump in the corner just now is pathetic. He looks more like a grumpy pile of mud rather than a lovely large teddy bear. Poor Brownie. I love you. It's been a good many years together. |
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