Ode to Love Puppy

On Valentine's Day of Two thousand eight,

I was pleasantly surprised to find my mate.

It wasn't a girl, for that I am sure.
It was a puppy with red and white fur.

For months he hung around with the stuffed bear,

When, suddenly, my eyes opened up, excited to see him there.

With red hearts blazing all over his white frame,

I smiled at him, and Love Puppy was named.

My mom was excited that I loved this guy.

I couldn't care less before; now, I wasn't shy!

If Love Puppy was in reach, I grabbed for him fast.
If he wasn't, then I quickly moved my tiny little ass.

To hold him, to bite him, that's always my plan.

And if you don't give him to me, instead I'll bite your hand!

What's wrong with you, boy?

It's official: Brady's getting older and less babyish which means... people are starting to notice he's different. I think he was such a baby before, people didn't think twice, unless they realized how old he was. When we go out now, he uses his walker a lot and is thus garnering much attention.



Last week, one woman asked me, "Is there something wrong with him?" when she noticed Brady using the walker after finding out he was three. I answered, smiling, "Nope, there's nothing wrong with him."



She went on to tell me very sympathetically that he will get stronger, have more confidence and not need the walker anymore really soon. How sweet. I suppose I wouldn't have minded the second comment if she didn't start off with "What is wrong with him?"



I like the kids better. "Why is he using that?" one little boy asked me when Brady and I got to school one day. I answered, "Because his legs aren't strong enough to walk by himself, so this helps him." He was happy with my answer and ran off to play. It makes sense to him - if you can't do something, have some help and you're all set.

Boo!

Brady was once again a blue monster for Halloween - he wore it last year, but he is too cute in it. I swear he'll wear something new next year!

Saturday we went to Lucien's house for the WSA Halloween party. Lucky for us, it was right in my hometown - how cool! We saw some old friends and made new ones - there were five teenagers there, four whom we had never met before. It was great to meet them~ we have always met the younger kids but only one or two older kids. They were very social, but also respectful and pleasant to hang around with. One boy, Josh, was dressed as Elvis, even able to sound like The King and do his stance. He also collected a few girls' phone numbers, quite a charmer!

I wasn't sure how I would feel meeting older kids with WS; it's like the future is staring you straight in the face, whether you want to see it or not. I was happy meeting these kids; it was actually a relief to see their independence. I know all kids are different, so what will be with Brady might be totally different.

Jen, as usual, was a fabulous host - although all Brady wanted to do was walk, walk, walk. He would take off in his walker to the rock wall, the woods, a tree.... maneuver then keep going. At one point he was trying to go uphill. Who is this kid???