Monkey used to have a particular way he liked to greet me…basically crying, demanding that I put on pajamas and, uh, more crying. Also, some puking.
Lately, though, he’s been much nicer to me when he sees me. I think the anxiety medication has a lot to do with that. There are two that totally stick out in my mind and make me laugh every time I think about them:
- Last Friday, I picked Monkey up from school because poor Duhdee couldn’t move ((I am so over his back pain, as is he, please cross your fingers for surgery soon. Certainly sooner than May 27th!)). When the teacher opened the door she saw me and asked Monkey, “Who is out here?” When he peeked around the corner he raced at me, wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed. He was moving so quickly that he pushed me back a step!
- Yesterday evening, when I got home from work, I walked up the front stairs and heard Monkey call out, “Money, how you?” Just as I hit the top step he raced into the hall. He looked at me and let out a huge gasp…complete with adorable facial expressions of surprise. Then he laughed when he realized he’d made me laugh.
He is just a constant source of amusement and pure love. He’s my sweet, sweet boy…even when he’s puking but I prefer surprise and delight, to be honest 😉