There have been men in my life but no human male is more important to me than my son. So in honor of my son today for no other reason than because he is my son....I want to share some Jamieisms with you all:
1. Jamie will scour the apartment for me to take him to the porcelain throne. After I "put the light" and sit on the tub. I am given the same order. "No looking ma ma. No looking" My son has an accent so it comes out like this: "no luke-ing mama, no luke-ing" I avert my eyes for him everytime. But it makes me laugh that I must stop whatever it is I am doing to hurry and no luke-ing
2. My son loves popsicles. But he cannot say popsicles....but I give him snaps because every new hard word is a new opportunity for a Jame-ism. So popsicles have become cocalos. Not to be confused with coco-a-low-a. Which is of course....Coca cola.....SOOOODA mami.
3. My son inherited his father's penchant for dramatics and the ability to make you completely believe the sincerity of it. His latest.....which reminds me soo much of his absent father.....is to throw up his hands and look incredilous...."OH. Oh. Eet es boootiful, mami. unh. Jus' bootiful" Beautiful can include but is not limited to......Me...of course. (He is right on about the "booty-full" part), his sisters clothing, my choice of clothes for him to wear, flowers, fire trucks, did i mention fire trucks?, dogs/puppies, and dancing/music. Your day cannot be complete until you are deemed boootiful by my son.
4. My son loves to eat. And it is a wonderful thing in the world of chicken nuggets. He eats everything....even sardines and rice. Well pretty much anything in rice. But Fridays...he knows....if he has been good all week....he gets a burger.....pronounced boourger (roll your "r") And you know the little toys you get?......boootiful.
5. My son can dance. I am not just talking about him bouncing up and down. The boy can dance. Which stands to reason as his father was my dance partner. He loves, loves, loves bachata (like we did). He can put the shine on a salsa. He watches so you think you can dance and tries to dance on his head. It is boootiful to behold. One day I even put on "La Boheme" *sigh* and he acted it out by dancing. And he always asks the girls to dance.
6. My son is Don Juan reincarnated. AND I AM NOT KIDDING. I used to have the title of "La Coqueta" for being able to garner the most napkins, straws, and condiments from waiters who wanted to come and talk to me. (Because I am nice and friendly...no other reason) But my son has me beat. He has the waitress thing down. And I love it. He gives everyone this special attention that makes you feel instantly loved. He tells the waitress he loves her....which isn't special.....unless you consider he insists on holding her hand, looking into her eyes, and possibly a hand on her cheek. If he can get it in he will kiss her on the cheek. I would discourage this....but if you could see the lights in their eyes.....you couldn't stop it either. I can go no where without being asked...."where is jamie?"
7. My son gives a small neck massage when he hugs you around the neck.
8. He snuggles into your neck when he sleeps.....and strokes your hair.
9. He has this shirt. It has a baseball, a basketball, a soccerball, and a football on it. He can identify each one....only when you ask him what the football is he says its broken. He calls the soccer ball soccer first....but if you ask him about the football....I am thinking he hears "futbol" and points to the soccer ball. And I say what about this.....pointing to the football.....and he throws his hands up and shakes his head and says...."broken!"
10. He always wakes up looking for my daughter. Cannot do anything.....brush teeth, change clothes, go to the room of no luke-ing, nothing......until he has laid eyes on Mia. Then he can go on his daily business. It actually breaks my heart just a little because he used to be the same but with me, but I am glad he has the love for his sister to find her every morning.
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