Froggy

So one day Brix was wearing this shirt and annoying me.  I don't know what he was doing, probably not sleeping and being fussy all day and just driving me a little nutty.  (And it was about a month ago, so I was still getting my sea-legs with being a Mommy).

I was holding him, him all tears and wails and pout-pout lip.  I had that feeling, that overwhelmed, had-it-up-to-here feeling where the adrenalin of a major Mommy meltdown was starting to pump through my veins.

Then I saw Froggy.  Yep, just that little rascal on Brixton's shirt.  It just seemed so ridiculous all of a sudden, that this little tiny boy would be a man one day and right now he was wearing a shirt with that goofy frog on it.  

I burst out laughing.  That shirt is one of my favorites of his now, I always smile when he wears it and when he outgrows it I'm going to cut the froggy out and put him in a frame.  You know, just to smile during times when you want to scream.

Thanks Froggy.