Tee was born a creature of habit. Every morning he would wake up, at the crack of dawn to be specific, and go through his morning ritual.
"Mom, can I have some chocolate milk? Double squirt, double warm? And will you tuck me up - upside-down flat? And can I read the Bible?"
Translation: "Mom, I like my milk in my sippy-cup with the blue top, two squirts of Hershey's chocolate, not the Sam's Choice brand, and would you put it in the microwave for 30 seconds and then when it beeps, would you warm it for 30 seconds more? You can't just put it in for one minute because that would be single warm and I like it double. And would you then spread my blanket over me really flat with the plain side up so while I'm drinking my milk and reading my Bible, or a commentary on the Bible by Stott, or Spurgeon, or someone equally brilliant, I can rub the little circles on the back?"
Ok, he wouldn't really ask to read the Bible or a Bible commentary. He would ask to watch Jay Jay the Jetplane but a mom can dream, right?
I was pregnant for about three years straight so now, even thinking about Jay Jay, I feel like I have morning sickness. Pavlov was totally right about his dogs.
This morning, we put that little muncher on a bus with his 4th grade class for an overnight field trip to San Antonio.
He has a little cold and before he left, I was bugging him to blow his nose. My sweet husband put his hands on my shoulders and said, "Mom, he's going on an overnight field trip out of town, I'm pretty sure he can figure out when to blow his nose. Freak."
After everyone was gone, I went upstairs, dug under his covers and found his blanket. It's the one my grandmother made for him when he was a baby. She quilted X's and O's all over the back for hugs and kisses. The O's are all worn from him rubbing them every morning when he was little while drinking his chocolate milk and it amazes me how quickly time has flown. It also breaks my heart.
On a side note, this is Graham's blanket. It would appear he is a little more...um...physical with his affections.
No matter how I tried to arrange it to take a picture, it still looked like entrails.