Ever since Clover Leaf has grown up, I have had to share him. Of course I didn’t mind… Somewhat. But Forrest deserved time with his son too.
Which led me to taking pictures.
Taking pictures completed my memories, I loved sneaking up on the boys and taking endless photos of them while they played, until one of them noticed me.
Clover Leaf still spent time with his Mom, but we had to give him his independence too.
Which led to more pictures.
But every once and a while Forrest got my camera, and snuck a picture on me.
I wasn’t thrilled.
I didn’t like being on the other end of the camera, it just didn’t feel right, so I continued snapping photos- and hiding the camera.
“Nuh- nuh nit mommy.”
Those were his first words, and it involved ‘Mommy’ in it too. I couldn’t have been more proud.
And I guess I was going to be a ‘Mommy’ again soon. The symptoms were showing, I just needed to confirm it.
“MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!”
“Good job Clover!" What’s your name?”
“Good job Clover! Mommy is so proud!”
“Weawy? Mommy pwoud of Cwovwer?”
Of course I was proud of him. he couldn’t make anybody else prouder than me.
“Swupwossed to lwook wike swop?”
“Its supposed to look like that hun.”
“Ok’s Mommy. I ate. Where’s mwy cwookies?”
“Oh- um… I think Daddy ate them all!”
If only I knew what ‘Daddy’ was always up to when he had to ‘work late.’