My Boyfriend

Okay, I'm admitting it...I have a boyfriend.  I do.  He's so special and I love him so very much.  He is my favorite person to cuddle, my favorite person to stare at, and my second favorite person to kiss.  His cheeks have that super kissable puffiness and his lips are just so perfectly shaped and soft.  His eyes are striking and he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.  And his smile...it could melt all the ice in Arendelle!  He also has that extra bone in his body that I have...the one that causes him to dance any time he hears a good beat.  Can't 'beat' that!  And ladies, to top it off...he has a little"bad" in him.

Before you start texting my husband, don't worry...he knows all about my boyfriend.  In fact, he is the one who first started referring to him as my boyfriend.  His real name though, is Wyatt.  He is 17 months old, and he is my son.  If you are creeped out by this at all, you must not be the mother of a son. 

I know Wyatt gets a bad rap when I talk about how challenging he is to parent, but really, he is a sweet, adorably cute, little guy who I cannot imagine living without.  He loves his mama so much, that he sits on my lap 50+ times a day, for .00005 seconds each time!  He is a busy little guy who doesn't sit still, but he makes sure to stop by my lap for a super brief second to let me know he still loves and needs me.  I may only rank 2nd to his blankie when he's upset, but that's okay.  It's so fun to watch him be "all boy" and then want his mommy for a moment.  When he stops what he is doing to come give me a kiss without being asked....my world stops and every stressor from my day disappears.  He must know when Mommy needs a special Wyatt kiss.

All of my boy mama friends reading this...am I right, or am I right??  This quote just couldn't be any more true.....