Nachos and Chocolate Nilk
There is a small, squishy boy that lives at my house. He is always yelling for “chocolate nilk,” not a miss spelling, that is how he says it. And I give it to him maybe twice a day. It is a cocktail though. All this kid usually eats is chips and salsa, fruit, and oatmeal. So the only way I can figure to get him to eat any protein is soy milk. I mix half a bottle of soy milk and half a bottle of regular milk. He loves it and thinks that I am the queen.
His favorite movie lately is “Nacho Libre.” jj’s friend Richie came over the other day and asked him what his name was, he had just been upstair watching the movie and said, “I nacho.” Of course he is, the only thing missing is stretchy pants. He has the gut and crazy hair, I guess he also needs a side kick unless you count me. His chocolate milk wielding mama.
He loves to watch you draw and he has requests. I have learned to draw elephants, monkeys, mice, turkeys, pretty much everything from every angle imagineable. If I was a dj, I would be taking tips. Of course being the mama, I get kisses and occasionaly some cuddle time. He is so not the cuddle boy, if ever he gets in the mood, I am scared to move in case I remind him that moving, running and jumping are his favorite activities.
The other day as we were running laps around the coffee table, I hoped this will never end. I hope that for the rest of his days he thinks that I am fun to play with. I know it will last for a while still, but I will miss his unconditional, all in awe love for me when it is gone. Because it won’t change from this end. I will always be amazed at this little boy that is two parts jj and one part me.