a sweetheart

My darling little boy is about 99.9% Boy.

With a capital-B.

The 0.1% is reserved for the Little Ponies and the Barbies that he inevitably, as Little Brother to Big Sister, must, by Job Description, not only play with but wholeheartedly enjoy.

This morning, when dropping Big Boy off at preschool, and while Big Sister entertained herself with the play-dough, The Young Prince's teacher (who, I might add, was also La Princesita's teacher when she was that age) said to me:

-Young Prince is such a sweetheart.
-Really?- I was surprised. No, perhaps relieved is a better word. -My little boy?
-Yes, he is just pleasant and nice. He's a sweetheart.

At that moment, all kinds of images rushed through my mind. The little boy who flooded my entire kitchen so that all towels in the house were called into active duty? The little boy who, while potty training, would take off his underwear downstairs and proceed to "color" all the pillows and carpet (off-white specked) with his poopy tushie? The little boy who can't quite pronounce "truck" adequately enough so that ladies don't blush upon hearing him talk about the monstrous beasts of the road and construction sites? The list goes on...

But these are isolated incidents. He is showing me that he does know how to behave outside of the home, with reports like that, which makes me even more proud of him than I already am.

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I stopped by my former workplace this morning for a café date with an ex-coworker. We had a lovely time this morning, and I got to see some other of my previous cohorts. One, my "techie-dude", informed me of his son's untimely death this past May...

He was seventeen, about to graduate from high school with early admission to MIT, following in his father's footsteps. Only child, very bright, did almost everything with his father. And a hemopheliac.

Long story short, rushed to the hospital and needed an emergency kidney transplant and did not make it.

I feel just horrible for W and his wife.

All I could do was hug him, ask him questions to allow him to talk, and tell him I am so sorry.

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It is raining again today. Not too hard, but enough to make me feel good. The past two days have been dry and I have sneezed non-stop. The rain should rinse the air out and allow me to breathe freely again.

Time to go back to work. My illustrator A has come through with some dibujos excelentes for my text, so that makes me really excited! I can't wait to see how they look!

Happy Friday!