Last Saturday morning Dynamite was doing a head stand on the couch when he (surprise!) fell over onto the recliner, then slammed his face into the side table, thus incurring a big black eye. He has been self-conscious about it, so for once I suppressed my motherly urges and didn't take a picture.The following day when we were getting ready for church he announced that he would not be going to church. Why? "I look hideous!" He was concerned that he looked bad and also that he would have to explain to everyone how it happened. And as he said it would, it really did bother him every time someone asked. He's a funny kid!
While I'm on the subject of Dynamite, I have to mention that this weekend he's been far more snuggly than usual. He's given me surprise hugs and even took a nap with me! For the past year he's been resistant to affection, unlike the rest of his life, when he was my little mama's boy. It's been refreshing and reminds me of when he was littler and I was his world. Sometimes he gets mad when I call him my baby boy, but today when I said he was my baby boy, he said I was his baby mommy. I'll love him forever, no matter what.
