July 22nd

"Mommy!  Turn the tank off (on)!  Turn the tank off (on)!  Mommy!  HIPADT!"  It was a long night. I woke up after maybe three hours of sleep absolutely exhausted.  You were super cheery though! "Mommy!  Wansome icecream?!  Mommy, wansome icecream for my oonicorn?  Mommy, wansome icecream from my oonicorn, PWEEASE?!!"  It would be so embarrassing if I were the type of parent that gave in just because of that type of cuteness.  That kind of push-over-ness would just stop a paragraph about the morning right in it's tracks...It'd end right there if I were that type of parent. 

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We painted race cars, you, Steph and me.  I went to a session, and then we napped and then we were off to your first concert!!  James Taylor (Sweet Baby James!! - which you now call "Mommy, sing the baby?") with Aunt Beth, Steph, Grandmom, Grandmapa and me...It was such a nice night!  There was no opening band, the weather was perfect... You ate the biggest ice cream EVER, and then sat like such a gentleman!...clapping after every song!  God, I am just stuffed with love for you, Kiddo... The apex of that love, I think, happened when you saw James Taylor on the big screen and started screaming "Uncle STU!!  MOM! LOOK!  It's Uncle Stu!!"  

You fell asleep in the car on the way home, and also on the way home, I was became massively disappointed in myself for not buying you a concert shirt.  It was your FIRST CONCERT!  We joked the whole way home about it, when I realised...I could MAKE one!  Tie Dye, Mister...you and me...Steph is abandoning us for the weekend anyhow, lets make us some concert shirts!