Growing up TOO fast. . .
I've complained on this blog about how fast Jessica is growing up, and there are times when I see her sisters desperately trying to grow up, I've written about Elizabeth's first "boy-friend" and her first kiss, but I really thought that I would not be here writing about my son until at least he started pre-school, but I have learned much to my heart's dismay that my son is a player. Today I decided to treat my kids(the three that are at home right now) to ice-cream while of course sticking to my own diet and resisting the cold delicacy, so I packed them up into the van and off we went. Once we got there it was the process of picking which ice-cream they wanted. I picked for Christopher just the standard chocolate and then once the girls picked theirs we sat down at a table in order to avoid making a huge mess in the van.
After a few minutes another couple of families with similar thoughts of cooling off with ice-cream entered the store. One of these families had a two-three year old little girl with them. She was shy with a mop of tangled brown curls and huge baby-blue eyes. She was wearing nail-polish and had earrings and Christopher was smitten.
Now you must understand this little guy does not get smitten by the opposite sex very easily. Having three older sisters more often than not he avoids girls, and usually does not like to be around anyone but his dad; he is known for playing shy; yet this girl got a reaction. He barely talks yet here he is talking a blue streak to her. She would smile and bat her lashes and he would say, "how r u?" with the slur because his "r" isn't quite right yet. The funniest moment though was when he said as he pointed to himself, "I'm 'fir-'fir' what u?" It was all I could do to stay in my seat and not roll about laughing.
Elizabeth even noticed and exclaimed, "that girl and Christopher are standing and talking real close!" I was like, "yes I think they like each other", by the time we left he had ascertained her name, "Isabella," and said "bye Bella". So sweet and I don't mean the ice-cream.
After a few minutes another couple of families with similar thoughts of cooling off with ice-cream entered the store. One of these families had a two-three year old little girl with them. She was shy with a mop of tangled brown curls and huge baby-blue eyes. She was wearing nail-polish and had earrings and Christopher was smitten.
Now you must understand this little guy does not get smitten by the opposite sex very easily. Having three older sisters more often than not he avoids girls, and usually does not like to be around anyone but his dad; he is known for playing shy; yet this girl got a reaction. He barely talks yet here he is talking a blue streak to her. She would smile and bat her lashes and he would say, "how r u?" with the slur because his "r" isn't quite right yet. The funniest moment though was when he said as he pointed to himself, "I'm 'fir-'fir' what u?" It was all I could do to stay in my seat and not roll about laughing.
Elizabeth even noticed and exclaimed, "that girl and Christopher are standing and talking real close!" I was like, "yes I think they like each other", by the time we left he had ascertained her name, "Isabella," and said "bye Bella". So sweet and I don't mean the ice-cream.
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So he ... [ahem] ... takes after his Dad? :)
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