this picture is evidence of how much lij loves thomas. note the train impression on his face. he can's sleep without that forsaken diecast blue buddy, which always ends up under my shoulder blade by 4am. it was taken shortly after i woke up, after a very long nite of gastroenteritis including 3 rounds of vomit, and only 2 of dry heaving. note that he's wrapped in towels... after we decided we could no longer dress him in pajamas, only to peel them off and rebathe him. prior to my eyelids closing for the last time, i overheard a conversation with gary and lij that went something like this:
lij: hey dada? cana da pa go THOM-as. (something about Thomas)
g: really? (not understanding)
lij: yyyyyeeah! atta de GO-don (something about Gordon)
g: really? (still not understanding)
lij: yyyyyeah!
g: nite-nite, i love you!
lij: a bayou. (i love you)
i was walking around old navy trying to get some serious shopping done. i turned a corner and saw lij standing there with gary. he turned to me and said so loudly, "a bayou!!!" and he threw his big boy arms around my leg.
me: "i love you!" ... say it...
lij: a bayou.
me: say "love."
lij: wuv.
me: say "i love you."
lij: a bayou.
i love watching him move around the house. he's either looking for luci, or luci's toys. "oosheeah, whereshe go?" then the members of thomas the train:
sir topham hatt = de HA ha
sir handel = de handle gey
percy = poosy (heh heh)
