When I have a quality Mom treat, I have to be so stealthy. If Van The Eater hears or sees anything reminiscent of food, he starts his noise. The noise meaning, "Hey lady, hook me up with some of that". It is slightly whiny and loud. "Eh! Eh! Eh!" If he senses food and I do not immediately reach my hand over and give him some, he begins his scream. The bloody, gorey murder scream. I often wonder if Van's unusually large mouth contributes to his ability to so volumize his feelings so loudly.
Can I wax sappy about my baby right now? I can and I will. I love him more than I ever knew I would. He is so sweet, sensitive, skinny, tough, hungry and funny. And almost always has some type of bruise on his table-height forehead. One of the best parts about him is that he is 18 months. And that means he gets to be in the nursery at church now. Ethan can't wait to teach his primary class in relative peace and I can't wait to not have to chase Van away from the Relief Society piano.
What Mom treats do you hide from your family?