SO SO SO EMO!!!!

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Emo for those of you not in the know means, a teen in the time of emotional termoil of their life nad dress dark, behave dark and genreally are examples of teen angst.
Well there are days that I come to this site and read my shtuff and label myself emo. I do have reason to bitch but I dont like it.
Today no rants or raging. Today is a day of showing off the beuaty in my life.
I am attaching a photo fo my boy taken last night and if there was ever a pic of Jack that describes him it is THIS ONE> The character of JAck is in the details and perifery of the scene. Allow me to identify the nuance of the boy we love.
1. The one yellow boot on his right foot. Yes he could only find one and he wanted to wear them in 90 degree weather so it was on for a good two hours dragging about the house. running along the wood floors with a CLUNK- swish, CLUNK-swish... Joyful as ever.
2. The balloon floating to the right of the frame is the baloon I recieved on the flowers form the girls for my birthday. It remained with the flowers OH about 5 minutes until he insited on holding the BBAAAHoooooLL. Bahool. yes balloon is bahool in Jackism. Its all good at least I know what a bahool is, doesnt everyone? Next the bahool is attached to a matchbox firetruck. The bahool kept floating far up and we needed a weight so as we looked for something heavy.... but not concussion inducing- firetruck, perfect.
3. Educational leapfrog pad with twenty million educational additons to it, yeah thats the green thing turned over in the background. Cars vs. ABC's? hmmmm CARS.
4. Cars lined up perfectly and actively moving about the "best ten bucks I ever spent at biglots roadmap carpet"!!!!!! Each vehicle has a purpose and place and job to do. How do I know this well he tells me in his perfect pitch, inflection and hand motions that these cars go here and carrry this load and this truck goes there and will return on this road over this mountain. Issue? well he says verbally none of these things he just noises them out motions them and says SEE SEEE SEEE. MOMMA. Yes Babe I see and I love them all.
5. Small basket in forefront of pic. It contains ONE JENGA PIECE!!!!! Jenga the game with thousands of rectangular pieces that stack beautifully and you play a long adult game of tiddly winks, yeah well the thousand pieces has turned into a Jack haven for trucks cars, planes, firetrucks and BLOCK WORLD> He builds houses out of them garages then covers things up and finds them again.
6. Last but not least this item in the the pic may be a little bit more difficult to see but if you look hard enough you will see a two and 10 month old boy growing up. His mind is working at a pace of a team of horses pulling his imagination and creativity behind. He is a beautfil loving precocious boy that wants more than anything to communicate. His frustrations seem to be the lack of understanding on our part. HE KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS TO SAY!!!!! He just cant get it out. YET>>>
My boy is sitting there on his bedroom floor learning, loving those cars as much as the next boy. He plays with them and puts them gingerly back in the basket when he is done. The last thing he says at night other than the usual prayers and I love yous is CARS.
Beautiful boy I am so in love with you. I have faith that as a team we will get through his tough time and open that window in your brain to get those words out. When they do fly from you mouth and enter the world of everyone else I will be right by your side.
I will kiss your beautiful hair breathe in your sweet boy smell and smile.
Then .... Im sure.... I will say...
"SSHHHH>"

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