Double Shot is driving us crazy. You'd think two adults could handle one teen boy... well, we are but it ain't easy. This kid is a bear to get up in the morning. The very same kid that did not sleep through the night until he was 14 years old. That is not a joke. Two months ago we took him to the asthma specialist and he was 5'8" exactly. We had to go back six weeks later and he was 5'9" exactly. It seems that growth spurt we've been awaiting has arrived. It'll be interesting to see if he's grown again when we go back in four weeks.
Have y'all been enjoying the moon the last couple of nights? It was beautiful last night. It reminded Mr. Macchiato and I of when Double Shot was little. He was a crabby baby. Really crabby. So crabby we didn't have any more children crabby. I kid! We didn't have more children because my pregnancies were all high risk with some pretty major complications. He was crabby though. We had a terrible time getting him to sleep at night and then keeping him asleep (just didn't happen). Sometimes I would take him out into the yard and we would look up at the moon. He would get real quiet and say, "The Moooon." He could be screaming and if the moon was out I would tell him and he would instantly stop and want to go look. He was darling with angel blond hair and curls... and chubby! When Double Shot was four just him and I were in the car one night and there was a harvest moon. It was huge and seemed so very close. I got excited and pointed it out to him and he said, "Eh... I seen it before." I was crushed.
I miss my babies. Why do they have to grow up so fast?