And I Thought He Was a Handful Before...

It's my own fault, I suppose. I'm naive or a Pollyanna. Or perhaps I'm just plain stupid. How could I possibly have thought that a child who couldn't walk was "a handful??"

A handful? Hell...mine needs a leash! I'm sure many of you just shook your heads and laughed when I called him a handful the first time and are now saying "I told you so." Go ahead, I deserve it.Over forty is definitely too old to be trying to raise a son. I had thought about things like not being around to see grandkids, or being almost sixty at his high school graduation. The real problem is that he can already run almost as quickly as I do and doesn't know the meaning of the word "winded."

I know it's beyond clichéd, but I really would love to bottle and sell even a fraction of his energy. I don't even know where it's coming from...he doesn't eat that much! And it's still like trying to keep up with the Energizer Bunny. On speed.

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