Mi

that's what baby boy calls me. as in mi-a. today, i was up in my room and baby boy was down with his grandma and aunt. suddenly, i hear him start crying. then he starts yelling "mi! no, mi! mi!" so, hearing my name i run downstairs and he's got these big crocodile tears streaming down his chubby little cheeks and he points at me and says "mi!" and his grandma says, "we were playing and he bonked his face on the corner. he doesn't want anything to do with any of us he just keeps saying your name" so i pick him up and he immediately gives me the biggest snuggle then points to the little scrape on his chin. aww. he just wanted me to comfort him! things like this make me love my job even more than i already do!

and sorry bryan, this little boy has stolen my heart! ;)