Greyson

A little about my boys: Greyson, my oldest was our surprise miracle. It's no secret and most who know us already know that Tobin and I weren't married when we got pregnant with Greyson, in fact we were barely still together. Looking back now, I think it was all part of a plan. Neither Tobin, nor I would be where we are if we hadn't been blessed with him. Greyson was 4 months old when we got married, and one day when he realizes what it means that our anniversary is 4 months after his birthday, we will make it very clear to him that although he wasn't planned he was never ever unwanted!


It became apparent pretty early that Greyson was special. It wasn't that he developed social skills early, it was that he always seemed so much older than he was. He always seemed so aware of what was around him. He started to chatter very early (looking back now, that was a foreshadow of the child he has become -- haha never able stop talking for more than a minute). I remember him talking like crazy to Tobin's Aunts on his first Thanksgiving (he was just over 2 mos old), and at his Christmas, he was a little over two mos old, my Mom had a ceramic decor bear that she put on a table beside my Dad's recliner. Greyson would sit in your lap, prop himself up on his arms and talk up a storm to this bear. I didn't realize until later that that is not normal behavior for a 2 month old baby. We started to joke at a young age that he was an old soul. He had me very spoiled, thinking all babies are like this. He weened himself from the bottle, and broke himself from the pacifier. Now, I realize that (as my Grandma would say) every cow thinks her calf is the blackest, and I'm not saying that I think my son is a genius (ok, I think he is LOL), but there is something special about him and the way he looks at the world. One time he was about 4, we were all outside when the ice cream truck drove by. Greyson stared at the ice cream truck with stars in his eyes. As it got closer, he turned and looked at Tobin and me and smiled. Before he could even ask I said "no, maybe next time". He says "No....I WANT THAT JOB!" I guess in his mind, having that job meant all the ice cream you can eat.



He is 7 now and really able to try your patience! He's a good kid, but already seems to have the attitude of a teenager, and as I mentioned earlier he talks all the time (my curse from my parents I presume). I guess it's our fault, with him being an only child for so long, we let him get away with a lot more than we should have. I watch him sleep at night sometimes and wonder if your child ever gets to an age where it gets boring to watch them sleep.