My Boe-Boe...
My little Boe-Boe is 9 now and in 4th grade. It's funny how fast your little brother grows up. I was only in 3rd grade (the end of 3rd grade) when he was born. It's just amazing to me. He is such a cutie and funny little guy. Although of course he doesn't love me too much, although he loves me more he says since I have moved out.
I remember when I was 8 and I decided that I wanted a little sibiling, a baby. I already had Lukas and there is only 23 months between us, so of course I don't remember him as a baby, I just remember him being a vicious toddler and throwing shit at me all the time and being an evil brother. Breaking my Barbies, scractching me, throwing toys at me and being a bully.
I use to pray every night of 3rd grade and before that in 2nd grade for my mom to have a baby. We moved out of the apartments and like the 1st week we moved to our country house I over heard my mom telling Jeffery something about someone being pregnant. I thought she was talking about my ex-aunt, but infact she was talking about herself. I thought she was joking, because that was what I wanted. I even laughed. But yup she was pregnant.
I remember my mom was towards the end of her pregnancy and I couldn't even wrap my arms around her to hug her. I remember when we found out it was a boy, I picked out a name for Kyle ahead of time....Boe-Boe (bow-bow). We all called him that until he was like 4. I always figured Kye would also be his nickname, but it wasn't. It was Boe-Boe. So as he got older, he started hating being called Boe-Boe. So the nickname was finally dropped, but I still call him it. Because he is my little Boe-Boe. He even looks like me.
It's been great to watch my brother's grow and amazing and unbelivable at the same time. Kind of like Hailey who is practically my niece cause Holly is like my sister. She is almost 2 now and soooooooo cute, I remember when Holly called the school when she was in labor that day. Gosh, they grow up so fast.
I miss holding Kyle in my arms and rocking him to sleep. I even try to do it sometimes and he kicks and screams about it. Then again, I'd do the same at his age too if someone tried to do that to me. So I guess this is the ending of this entry. Remembering when Kyle was first born. I could have gone into more details but I thought I would just say basically WOW! About how he has grown.
I remember when I was 8 and I decided that I wanted a little sibiling, a baby. I already had Lukas and there is only 23 months between us, so of course I don't remember him as a baby, I just remember him being a vicious toddler and throwing shit at me all the time and being an evil brother. Breaking my Barbies, scractching me, throwing toys at me and being a bully.
I use to pray every night of 3rd grade and before that in 2nd grade for my mom to have a baby. We moved out of the apartments and like the 1st week we moved to our country house I over heard my mom telling Jeffery something about someone being pregnant. I thought she was talking about my ex-aunt, but infact she was talking about herself. I thought she was joking, because that was what I wanted. I even laughed. But yup she was pregnant.
I remember my mom was towards the end of her pregnancy and I couldn't even wrap my arms around her to hug her. I remember when we found out it was a boy, I picked out a name for Kyle ahead of time....Boe-Boe (bow-bow). We all called him that until he was like 4. I always figured Kye would also be his nickname, but it wasn't. It was Boe-Boe. So as he got older, he started hating being called Boe-Boe. So the nickname was finally dropped, but I still call him it. Because he is my little Boe-Boe. He even looks like me.
It's been great to watch my brother's grow and amazing and unbelivable at the same time. Kind of like Hailey who is practically my niece cause Holly is like my sister. She is almost 2 now and soooooooo cute, I remember when Holly called the school when she was in labor that day. Gosh, they grow up so fast.
I miss holding Kyle in my arms and rocking him to sleep. I even try to do it sometimes and he kicks and screams about it. Then again, I'd do the same at his age too if someone tried to do that to me. So I guess this is the ending of this entry. Remembering when Kyle was first born. I could have gone into more details but I thought I would just say basically WOW! About how he has grown.