My Little Critter.

The 31 YR old wanted me to send him some photos of him when he was little(and I did and he liked them) so I chose these ones as they were always my fave. ones of him. He was just soooooo cute! My nick-name for him when he was little was My Little Critter  because when he was a baby he was crying to eat and my mother remarked, You're a noisy little critter, aren't you?  and it sort of stuck. The photo above is me heavily prego with him, a couple of days before he was born in 1994. Note my swollen feet, ha,ha. Below he is just minutes old at birth, purple as an eggplant, looking like an alien before he all "pinked up".

 I look like shit, just totally exhausted after a long hard  14 HR labour, and with him they missed doing the epidural as well and hit my spinal fluid by mistake instead, giving me the *WORST*  spinal headache EVER  like the WORST migraine and it felt like my head was going to blow off and there was the risk of it seeping into my respiratory muscles  paralyzing them, and I could suddenly stop breathing....

so I only got 1/10 of the usual dose(and had to be closely monitored and they said, "Don't worry; if you stop breathing we can always resussitate you") and it was scary AND painful.

When I sent the oldest his photos he said he still even actually remembers the dresser I painted for him and he liked it and I still have the Louis XIV chair above and also the wool brown Persian rug I bought in 1985 which is all worn and tattered now. I paid 800$ for it at the time and now would be equivalent to 2250$ today. I am also embarrassed and ashamed my hubby didn't know that Led Zeppelin sang Stairway To Heaven  and I just can't believe I married someone so musically illiterate but at least he did redeem himself by knowing the Beatles were from Liverpool so he got  bonus points.

Here he is as a newborn, just so precious. He was a real "Boob Man" as well and unlike the others refused a "plug" (pacifier) and would only accept the boob, the real thing  and my poor boobs were always bruised, cracked, bleeding, and sore. He was constantly at the boob and I had to always carry him around in a "sling" strapped to my chest. As he got to be a few months older he even helped himself,too: I'd be holding him and he'd just lift up my shirt and latch on.

Here he is at 6 months old. He was also the only one of the kids who could escape from the Exersaucer which was like a walker only it didn't move and he sat in in and bounced and rocked and it had a bunch of activity toys on the table part. It was supposed to be unescapable but he somehow managed a way to always get free. None of the other kids could as babies.

 I called him Houdini.

I love this one. He's a year old in 1995. I just loved his cute little feet. I called them Sweet Feet.

Kissing them was one of my fave. past-times.

Here he is at 18 months. This was at our old house in Ottawa. He was just so beautiful and had blonde hair. Now his hair is a really dark brown.

This is how he was when he almost got kidnapped from our back yard.

I will never forget that day.

I was out with the kids and had to go pee so I quickly ran in and had the oldest( who was 5) keep watch and he said 2 guys came up peering over the fence and one called to the oldest, "Bring that beautiful boy over here and close your eyes" and one guy said to the other,"If he doesn't bring him, jump over the fence and get him!" and luckily I had taught them about stranger danger so the oldest called him saying, "Come inside and get a cookie!" and they ran inside and told me and I called the police, who brushed it off saying they couldn't "do anything" since no 'actual crime had occurred" and scolded me for "just being an over-reacting  paranoid mother."

Holy f*ck, can you believe it?

It was terrifying what could have happened to him and after that every time I had to go inside( even just for a second) I always had the kids come in with me.

You can't be too careful.

Here he is in 1997 at age 3.

Yesterday I also heard birds singing and a flock of Canada geese coming back from their winter down South meaning spring is coming soon( yahoo!) and I like listening to the California radio station as they never play the Tragically Hip  or talk about redneck hockey and they play the Classic Rock I love, and fasting for Lenten Fridays no meat isn't so bad as I don't really eat much meat anyway but the no chocolate is really hard.

That one really hurts.

Last night I even took some chocolate up to bed with me to save to eat any time after Midnight when I woke up. 

HA!

This is the 31 YR old and I when he was 3 years old.

I miss those days. Too bad they can't just stay  young forever.

USA and Israel also attacked Iran (likely going to start WWIII) even though Iran never did anything to either of them, but USA doesn't "like" it they have nuclear capabilities even though it's none of their business and they don't need their "permission" and Israel just hates them because they're a large Islamic country.

USA and Israel are the real threat, not Iran.

It's probably also yet another  distraction from the Epstein Files.

This is also me in 1994/95.

I miss her.

I also didn't think I could live without Buddy in my life(and I will always still love and miss him) but God sent me Beja to  love and to help heal my heart.

It really sucks wanting to talk to someone but you really don't want to annoy anyone because they seem totally fine without you.-Anxiety