Ode to Theo.

I spelled achievements wrong in the original posting. I hope Theo is smarter than his mama.

When Theo was born, he was just this little sweet blob who needed and needed and nursed and nursed and cried and cried and I loved him then in all his newborn glory. But now he jumps and runs and says "Theo hungry" and "choo-choo" and "mama's phone" and, the topper -- "Theo love mommy." The past two year (two years!) have nearly killed me at times. That is not hyperbole. But it was all worth it -- the hospitalizations, the atomic cocktail of medications, the pit in my stomach that wouldn't go away -- because now I have Theo. Can a two year old comprehend the kind of love we know? I don't know. I just know that I fit into his toddler concept of love and for that I wouldn't change a thing that's happened.

Tonight he cried very hard when I put him in the crib -- unusual these days. I wanted to just crawl in there and hold him in my arms. My angel. I hope that anyone who reads this (does anyone read this?) who hasn't met him yet gets to really soon. He'll charm the pants off of you.