JBO PHOTO

Oh, my precious, precious baby boy. How in the world have you gone from this:

to this:

 

in only four years??   Sweet Parker, your perfection leaves me speechless.  You are truly a gift, and when you came into this world, I knew, for the very first time, what it was like to love unconditionally.

Oooooooh, do I feel sappy tonight, or what??  Gotta figure out how to bottle some of this up so I can swig a little during the crazy days when I am this close to imploding from kiddo frustration.

Seriously though, this kid, Parker, P-Bo, P-man, P-Dizzle, P-to-the Biz-o, Pinklestein…whatever you call him (and he will instruct you explicitly on the matter), is 40 pounds of pure charm and delight.  

Happy Birthday, my big boy.  (I’ll just pretend I didn’t see you pop that wo-wo in your mouth tonight as you cralwed into bed.  It can be our little secret.  )

I thought I’d start a nice little segment here on All Things Boles called Snort of the Day.  Just a tidbit from our day that I have found snort-worthy.  Abstract concept, isn’t it?

Try to stay with me.

I was working on the computer this afternoon and Parker was in the hall bathroom, taking care of business…um, in the second degree.  He has recently found it necessary to flip through a magazine as he perches upon the pot and yes, it is rather precious.  

Suddenly, I hear excited footsteps come padding down the entryway and his half-naked self appears in the office, magazine clutched in hand.  

“Mom! Mom!  Look, I found Obama!  But what is he doing, Mom?  What is Obama doing in this picture?”  

Fully expecting to see the Obama/Biden cover of Newsweek that I know could be found in the hall bathroom, I was really thrown for a loop when I turned it over and saw this:

 

 

 

 

 

“Well, Parker, Obama is dancing.  He’s dancing because he’s happy and he’s going to be our President.”  

“Oh, that’s great!  He looks cool.”

“He IS cool, Parker,” I said.

And I smiled.