Tuesdays unwrapped: All I want for Christmas

Is my two bottom teeth :)

See that right there?
That little boy a tad disheveled from a day at school
fresh glory and a
teany bit gory
sans tooth he just lost?

He's growing up.
And I'd say it's breaking this mama's heart,
except, it's not...
annnd,
it is.
all at once.

That little man is also reading sight words
and writes important things down in
his journal.

He can count all the way 'til...
well,
I make him stop

for just...
one....
moment's...
quiet.

He has friends.
Most of them girls.
He earns tokens for listening well at school.

He has learned almost every
Christmas Carol
that he sings in the
precarious
warbling key
of
adorable.

He uses words of encouragement
he's learned in class
on his mama.

He tells me I am good at almost everything
and
I've got great hair.

He's got skinny little scapulas.
When he's tired, he wiggles his buns.
His earlobes are
the
softest
place
on Earth.

He tells me he's got a headache because
his brain
gets a little scrambled
from all that
running.

He walks upstairs everytime little sister
needs to use the potty;
"Cause he's tall, and someone's got to
turn on the light
so she's not scared"

He makes inventions like this:
Because he's smart.
 Because he dreams.
  Because he wonders.

He's my peace on earth.

(linking up for the first time with Tuesdays Unwrapped where we take the day, whatever it holds, and look for the gifts.)