January 26, 2019
Mom, Lucas Got My Phone!
“Mom!” Becky cracks up laughing and flashes the “girls’ phone” screen in my direction from half a room away. “Lucas got my phone!”
I gave her a puzzled look because my tiny peek of the screen instantly was interpreted by my brain as a chess board.
“Selfies, mom, he took tons of selfies on our work phone.” (Since the girls started babysitting and most homes don’t have a land line anymore, we have a “family work phone” that whomever is out working gets to take with them.) Becky laughed again and sends a screenshot of her gallery to me. Now I’m laughing because instead of taking four or five steps, she’s texting me from across a room! (Love technology, because now I have something to put on the blog!)
I also think about how the girls were always putting selfies on my phone… until I started blogging and they’d be like, “Mom! Not that picture!” (My reply was always, “it’s on my phone, fair game!”)
As I’m saving Becky’s screenshots to my phone, Lucas wanders over and notices the computer open on my template page and pictures on my phone. “Mom, are you writing a blog?”
(How does my 3-year-old know what blog is?) “Yes.”
“Am I in it?” Lucas snuggles on my lap.
“Yes, you will be.”
“Can I type your blog?”
“No, you may not type it, but you may watch,” I smile.
Lucas holds my belly in between his hands and says, “I love you, Baby, Mommy writes about us. You need to come out and read when you are bigger.” (Lucas thinks he can read, he recites some stuff.) Lucas sighs, the Baby kicks or punches (Baby reacts to Lucas the most). “But then I can’t wrestle you when you come out. I love you, Baby!”
Sweetness. Pure Love. Yes, Lucas is right when he calls this baby “my Baby!”
I love the big brother he already is.
Thanks for reading!
Type at you later…
~Nancy Tart