Vanessa had to fly to Sumatra last night as part of her saving the world mission. Fortunately she left me with a stash of two bottles of white liquid gold aka breast milk.
After work Zee and I cruised the town (or neighborhood) and then met friends in the gym to get Zee some walking exercise. We made it home by 7:15 and little man sucked the milk down like it was breast milk (wait a minute...it was breast milk). His eyes rolled back into his head and I knew he was heading for dream town. I laid him down to bed and was feeling pretty good about myself until...
My mother always used to tell me, "No hay como la mama". The translation roughly means there is nothing like Mom and if she isn't around your screwed. At 12:00 midnight little buddy wanted Mom. And he wanted her bad...at 01:30 until 02:15. And again at 0300 until 0330. I thought of my Mom's phrase and realized how true she is. Daddy just wasn't enough. Zee man was missing his Mama.
The phone rang at 0600 this AM and Mama was calling because she was missing her little man Zee.
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