Mommy heckled me a bit, saying I didn’t let her grandbaby get a birthday hug. Don’t mind her. She’s just going through withdrawals, tee hee hee.
Ali made Luca a bowl of peas, and I sat him in the highchair to eat. That’s when it occurred to me we hadn’t discussed what we were going to do about his eating habits. Were we to raise vegetarian children? I’m not completely converted, but I try to cook vegetarian as much as possible. But the children should have a choice like I did. Maybe when they’re old enough to cook their own food. I don’t think I want to make multiple meals every night.
I looked up and found Mommy gazing at me. She’s been doing that my whole life, and each time it’s that exact same smile and twinkle in her eye; she’s proud of me. I never questioned her pride before, but now that I have Luca, I kinda understand what she’s feeling. All he did was take a few wobbly steps, but it meant the whole world to me. Seeing something I made grow and flourish is the most amazing feeling!
Or it could have been my shoes, tee hee. I know she’s probably still waiting on me to go full on diva.
Luca babbled to Mommy with a very serious face. I suppose they hadn’t completed their previous conversation, and he was determined to finish. I wish I understood baby babble. I’m sure he says the craziest things.
“He looks just like Ali, but the Pope nose lives another generation,” Mommy said pridefully.
I bet Ali is happy to have a little twin. I mean, I guess men care about that kind of thing like we do.
Luca finished his peas (without a mess, thankfully), and Mommy grabbed him and carried him away. I guess she restrained herself as long as she could. It’s kind of annoying not being able to spend time with my child like I want. But I keep reminding myself she needs this time way more than I do. I have the rest of my life to love on him.
