Dragon (in bed in the dark) to Georgie: Don’t be a messy messy messy boy. Just clean up with a napkin.
Dragon: Why are our heads hard?
Me: Cause we’re really smart.
Me to Husband: Hey baby, (blah blah blah)
Dragon: Why you call him a baby. He’s not a baby, he’s Daddy.
Me: He’s your Daddy, but he’s not my Daddy.
Dragon: Yeah, he’s your brother.
So many options, which to choose? (All from Tiffany’s.)
This one because I’ve been eying it since forever ago?
Or, this one because, well it’s rather self explanatory:
Or, this one because my son’s name starts with an ‘E’
Or, this one for “Dragon Baby”
I can’t decide! But whichever it is, I’ll treasure it forever.
Dragon Baby reached full-term a couple of days ago, so his entry into this world could be any day now. The Honey is on full-blown baby watch, each time I groan, grip my stomach when Dragon booty shakes, or simply…frown, he thinks I’m going into labor. There really is nothing more endearing in this world than a father who is that excited to meet his child.
Baby classes have been completed, nursery in our new home has been set up, car seat installed, everything’s been washed, hospital bag will be packed this weekend, meal plan for my first month post-partum has been ordered, Dragon is no longer in danger of being a premie…
We’re ready (as we’ll ever be) when you are, Dear Dragon.
Tomorrow is my baby shower and tonight, my Dragon Baby Daddy gifted me (us) with Dragon Baby’s first stuffed animal.
It’s Boo! May have to ‘keep it in good hands’ before Dragon Baby gets here.