Could I be married to Noah??

I think I was a veterinarian in another life. Or maybe an animal on the Ark and now I want to show my appreciation for Noah's determination.

Honestly, I'm a softie when it comes to animals. I want to love them, snuggle them, and feed them and make them plump little creatures. I posted not to long ago about it and the post was about my dog Charlie. He is a mutt that I found on the side of the road. I also posted about how my husband would likely divorce me if I brought home another creature. He says 2 cats and 2 dogs and 3 kids are enough mouths to feed.

Meet Milo. He was brought to our family by none other than my HUSBAND!! You might remember that I mentioned  he would divorce me if I brought home another stray. I might be a softie, but neither is he. Well, looks like I'm not Noah after all.

But I just might have married him.

Buzz Lightyear is a bad influence...

Hollis and Buzz Lightyear are like peas and carrots. They are always together. We take one of his many Buzzes wherever we go. Buzz Lightyear, according to Hollis, is his brother.

From the minute Buzz Lightyear graced the TV screen, Hollis was in love. He wanted to be Buzz. So it was no surprise when Hollis said that Buzz was his brother, his best friend. He identified with Buzz. He even has a laser on his arm like Buzz. He shoots everything from the cat to his own parents.

It was no surprise yesterday when I was in the kitchen and heard "To Infinity and Beyond". The surprise came a few seconds later when I walked in the living room and saw his posed on the edge of the couch with one hand in the air. He was about to try to jump over the coffee table from the couch. Before I could get a word out he had jumped. Let me just say that it didn't end well. Hollis now has a busted lip.

I'm seriously thinking about his and Buzz's relationship. Maybe too much Buzz is a bad thing...he clearly is a bad influence.

My Middle Child

When I was pregnant with Hollis and found out that I was going to have a boy, I almost didn't know what to do with myself. I already had three nephews, but that wasn't the same as having a boy of your own. I was talking with a friend of mine that had just had a boy a year earlier. She said that little boys were special and that you loved then differently. I kinda brushed the comment off because I knew how much I loved Katie and couldn't imagine a different kind of love for my son. Boy was I wrong.

I soon figured out just how right she was. I love Hollis so differently than I love Katie and Ava. Not more or less, but just differently. I can't explain it. Maybe it's because of all the things that I want him to be that I feel are so important. Not in the "doctor/lawyer/ fireman" kind of way, but more in "who" I want him to become. I want him to grow up to be a man that loves his wife. I want him to become a man that loves his children so much that they light up when they see him. I want him to be kind to the people around him. I want him to be generous. Even being all those things, I want him to be tough, as well. I want all those things for my girls, but finding a man with all those traits isn't as easy to come by.

I am a little more protective of Hollis, too. My heart broke for him before his first birthday. He had to have surgery on his nose, mouth, and scalp to have hemangiomas removed. I'm sure that it was harder on me than him because he will never remember it. But he was so little and sweet.

He will be three this November and has changed so much. His imagination makes me laugh. I always say that I would like to be in his brain for just one hour. I'm sure it would be entertaining and enlightening.

He is fascinated with Buzz Lightyear. In fact, he informed me this week that Buzz is his brother and his best friend. Poor Katie gets shot with Hollis' imaginary laser beam a minimum of twenty times a day. I caught him climbing the entertainment center this morning trying to shoot the bad guys on TV. He is falling asleep, as I type this, to Buzz Lightyear defeating the evil Emporer Zurg. 

My sweet, baby Hollis, even though he is almost three and not a baby anymore, will always be my baby.