*** Warning Sappy Post Ahead ***
Today I was tasked with talking to a child, and there is no child I would like to talk to more than my Goddaughter, Addison. She is my favorite little girl in the world and at only 1 and a 3/8 she is just about perfect. I don't normally talk about nice things on my blog, what with the masturbation followed by penal punctuations, but if you got my started on Addison then you could see my softer side. Not the squishy coating I have but the part of me that melts when I see my baby.
I called Thomas, her father, on my way home from work and asked him to put Addy on. She tries to call me T which is all she can get out for Uncle T, which is my name. After some fidgeting on the other end of the line, Thomas was able to get her to hold the phone and as I said things like "Addison, are you there?" and "What are you doing?" I got back "Hea-Yah".
She also got out "T" which was only slightly clear. I haven't seen her in a couple of months and I am jonesing to go visit but haven't had the time. I almost drove up on my birthday weekend but we had commitments in Midland that stopped me.
Thomas and I decided she was really trying to tell me the secrets of life but since we don't speak baby that we missed out on something big.
That is all,
Newt
5 Ripples in the pond:
Awwwww, mushety mush mush mush.
I'd say more, but my ovaries just exploded when I saw that photo.
My youngest godchild turns me into a marshmallow. She is fifteen months old now and I see her practically every day. She even calls me 'Mama' now which is weird when I see how my sister (who is really her mama) looks at me and then her and shakes her head. What can I say? Babies can sense the awesome-factor :)
She might be able to say Uncle T fully if you lived closer....
And before you start, working for state education does not allow us to live in DFW, so the only solution is for the Vaughn's to come on back home to West Texas. There is just no getting around it.
Thomas, there are tons of people living in Dallas that are teacher and support themselves just fine. You know one of them so don't try to use that as a copout. Why, that would be LAMEEEE!!!!
Mike is not in education, though, so that is a poor comparison. The fact is that the teacher in our house is the one that makes more money and that is sad. Poor Jessica for marrying someone with a degree in History...
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