Oh little Stockton. My sweet little blue-eyed boy. After our visit about his first day of preschool this week, he leaned over, gave me a big hug, and exclaimed, "Mom, you are the best mom in the whole dictionary. " That is probably true.
His loving affection is unmatched, as is his ability to find creative and mischievous solutions to problems. Like the time I got a terrible eye infection recently. A few days after my recovery I found him dipping my contact case in toiletwater and taking tiny drinks out of it. Or perhaps like this week, when I went downstairs and could smell something bad in the storage room. After searching for rotten food, a possible water leak, or a broken sewage pipe, I finally discovered that there was liquid on the tops of my storage bucket lids. Yes, you guessed it. The potty was just too far away. Our little buddy found the perfect size container to relieve his little three-year-old bladder.
He loves eating over easy eggs, and he likes the feeling of mild electrical shock. There is a little exhibit at our local aquarium where you can feel the shock of an electric eel. He loves it.
He has been able to undo locks and put keys in the ignitions since he was just a year old. He has boundless energy and wears me out every day by four. I am sure that one day there are wonderful things coming for him, if we could just channel all of his energy in the right direction.
The other day, I imagined him at age 25. He will be full of energy, and enthusiasm and lots of good ideas. I hope he always chooses happy and safe paths.
Love you, little buddy.💙