Oh I'm On To You

Yes YOU, Little Man with your dirty blonde curls and bright blue-green eyes.

YOU of waking-at-5am-and-screeching-car-noises-from-the-end-of-your-bed-until-Daddy-comes-down-and-tells-you-to-go-back-to-bed-pronto fame.

YOU who demand your 7-month pregnant Mommy carry you like a baby into daycare in the morning, then formulate a vice-like grip on my leg as I attempt to leave all the while screaming MOMMYDONTGONOMOMMYNO!, driving me to tears as I close the door.

YOU who I check in on 3 minutes later after convincing myself you're tearing daycare apart in your campaign to force me to quit my job and spend every waking moment with your adorable little face -- and in those 3 minutes, you've become so enamored by a book, truck, bowl of cereal, you've completely forgotten my existence.

Oh, I'm on to you. And you know what? I'll fall for it every time. Because you're seriously the best.