Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Feetie bla bla blas
Big J talks with his feet. Even before he could babble, his feetie feet said all kinds of things.
When he gets really excited he still kicks his socks off.
I came home on Sunday and walked in, and he smiled a huuuuge smile. And his little feeties went kickkickkickkick!
Mama! You're home! Ohhhh, yippeee! Kick kick kick!
One of the completely unexpected and overwhelmingly joyful things about having a kid is how unreservedly they show emotion. I thought having a dog was great for making you feel good about yourself.
Babies are even better. Like, 39 gazillion times better.
Seriously. You walk in and you get this look that's all, "Oh, HI! You're the greatest person in the entire planet! I love you like crazy! And you're about to pick me up! Oh, heaven! What could be better?"
Beam beam. Kick kick kick.
It's just fantastic. It makes you feel incredible.
And I was wondering at what point we start learning to control our emotions, to hide our enthusiasm. To play it cool.
Because really, who doesn't like being beamed at? I'd love for Jordan to keep on keeping on with the beaming in delight.
The kicky feet thing, though, I could see how that could get you teased.
I mean, can't you just seem some girl in high school being all, "Yeah, I was totally thrilled when Jordan asked me to prom, and then he started doing this weird kicking thing..."