I do not want my little boy to grow! I am not a "freak" I am going to miss my baby. I will share some background.

My son was a screamer. That is an understatement!! My beloved would wale until I was ready to take a handful of sleeping pills (ok, my followers, you do know I speak in jest). Seriously, this kid would not shut up!!! I honestly believed my ears would dole out enough blood that it was a viable option to bleed to death, or that enough blood would boil into my brain, and surely, my head would explode!! The pitch this boy could reach would kill a seagull flying 3000ft above!!! I suffered this fate for two years. Mind you, this would go on for hours at a time.

Well, fast forward to future day. The most beautiful tow headed blue eyed boy (no longer a full fledged member of the water torture gang), so giving, kind and intelligent. My suicide attempt, ok ok, NOT really (wrote that for dramatic effect) has long been forgotten. The fact that he is so good and aging (almost four) makes me melancholy for the days of yore. The days when I took care of him. He feels the need to take care of me now.

He informs me daily "I love you to the stars". Another of his favorites is..."if you are stolen I will take my motorcycle and flashlflight and rescue you!". The latter is especially sweet since his plan of rescue is that on a battery powered Harley and a LED lighting McQueen flashlight!

I cannot stop the little man from growth...however...I can stop his educational computer games. Hmmm, maybe I should stunt his educational growth and keep him here with me forever!! YUP! That is exactly what I am going to do. Billy, mamma and 30 cats forever!! (Ok, my faithful few know my sense of humor!)