Posts Tagged: son

Scales

“OK, now you’re not wearing a diaper, so when you have to go peepee, you have to tell us and we’ll run to the bathroom.” “Uh-huh,” he smiles while heavily breathing, because, frankly, he’s always breathing heavily. Thirteen seconds later.

Scales

“OK, now you’re not wearing a diaper, so when you have to go peepee, you have to tell us and we’ll run to the bathroom.” “Uh-huh,” he smiles while heavily breathing, because, frankly, he’s always breathing heavily. Thirteen seconds later.

Mr. and Mrs. Oh to a White Courtesy Phone Please

Dear biological parents, Do you think about me? I think about you. I don’t have any memories of you, just what my mind invents. And what I’ve been told. Of a small apartment in a big city. Two older brothers

Mr. and Mrs. Oh to a White Courtesy Phone Please

Dear biological parents, Do you think about me? I think about you. I don’t have any memories of you, just what my mind invents. And what I’ve been told. Of a small apartment in a big city. Two older brothers

Too Damn Fast.

His little mouth is always wet. I know this because he stamps every kiss on my face with his temporary signature. My immediate reaction has been to wipe it off, dismissing it much like I would a dog’s greeting. This

Too Damn Fast.

His little mouth is always wet. I know this because he stamps every kiss on my face with his temporary signature. My immediate reaction has been to wipe it off, dismissing it much like I would a dog’s greeting. This