Posts Tagged: Niighanighijzik
The WSL has been testing his lungs and his rhythm…which just happens to peak right after bath-time. He insists on streaking – and well, all babes should have some nekked time each day. Imagine (most of us can’t remember) what it would be like wearing a diaper 24/7. Plus, the tooshie is painfully cute. Undeniably, ridiculously adorable. Smile.
While this momma and her BSM were sleeping away the morning after their debaucherous round of Halloween costume donning, white russian and chinese food consuming, and other delightful things far too naughty to talk about here…
O yes, while we were having a luxurious, rare, in.dire.need.of – slumber past 6 am; this is what the WSL was doing. Oh no, he doesn’t just save the cute for us, apparently that’s just how he rolls. Neither do his g-parents (save the cute for only us), with whom he was staying over-night with apparently, as they put together this little diddy.
Could it be? My sweet baby boy; our Little Big Spirit Running, that you’ve entered into three quarters of a year in age? Nine months and a few days past when you found your place in this realm, here on earth. Leader from the sky; Wyndham Nighanagiizhig Tobias Mills.
You’d been dreamt about by me. Dreamt about by our elder as a wise leader from the spirit realm; here now, to run wild, happy and free. Running to discover the knowledge you have, as given to you by our grandfathers. But first it’s your toes to discover…tiny little nubs round and sweet as corn apparently, as you repeatedly flex them up to your mouth to gobble and slurp upon. The tickle of grass you clench and gritty feel of dirt you claw with glee. Your voice, your limbs, the magic in every corner. Every day is pure joy and exploration through your eyes, transposed into me. You give us such complete and natural bliss. The world is different now to us, to me, through your wise young eyes…
As promised, pics of the boys room and Heart’s new baby girl’s room. All wall art, (from drawn stencils) and pillows made by moi. Kitschy doo-dads are treasured foundlings during my thrift store escapades, of which there are many. It’s an addiction. Heart and I have been sistah’s for a long time now. I call her Heart because her last name is Harte and she has wee purple heart tat on her tummy. This is her and I back in the day.
What no words can paint. You, my Little Big Spirit Running; my Leader From The Sky, my prodigal son, have bequeathed unto me a blessing of the highest order.
Your presence, your trust, your life, your love.
As I sit and flounder over adjectives to describe the ample hole you have filled in this well-traveled soul; I mire against the trite. My love for you is vast and huge and deliciously intense. Although, to write about YOU is for another day. That deserves a dedication all it’s own. This day is for me to talk about a conception, I never thought I’d have.