I love it, but nobody else can smell it. I don't know why, maybe it's just a mom thing. Maybe it's just a me mom thing. Ever since Damien was a baby his breath has had the most distinct smell to me. Almost like the faint remnants of rubbing alcohol, it smells clean and slightly sweet. It has faded quite a bit as he's gotten older, to my dismay. But every now and then, as I tuck him into bed, I lean in to kiss his cheek and there it is again - that distinctive smell captured in a sigh. I love it.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
These are my boys.
They sang for at least 5 minutes before I grabbed the camera.
All you see is my boring bathroom.
Don't worry, the audio more than makes up for the video.
It's a historical broken record. Phrases that are mispronounced by children as they try to master their language. Things like:
No, it's yyyellow.
Honey listen, yyy yyy yyyellow.
Yyy... yyy... lellow!
An adorable age, granted, but one that is fairly quickly outgrown.
Damien, at the ripe old age of five and a half, has a pretty good grip on the English language. He does, however, continue to use the word buhmember. You know, as in,"Buhmember when I had that dream about the shark?" and, "Buhmember you said I could have a cookie? Buhmember?!"
I'm not in a hurry for him to outgrow this one. It's one of my favorites.
Not my favorite editing job of the three, but I was going to post it anyway for the fam to see. However, because of the copyright on the music I used, youtube won't allow my video to play with any sound. Boo. So for those of you in the family that would like to see the last installment of our California 2008 trip you'll have to wait for the finished DVD. Coming soon to a mailbox near you!