My baby boy , Christopher Justin Hamilton is almost 3 and is the light of my life.
"But, mooooommmy." My baby whines, bringing me from the edge of sleep again. "I wanna go to da park!"
I finally peek open my eyes and see that it is nearing 8 o'clock.
"Did you have breakfast?" I ask, staying in my position with him on my back.
Uh-huh, auntie Stine got me coco puffs!" He said
Thank goodness Justine is a morning person, I don't know what I would do without her. It's my day off and this is considered sleeping in.
"Okay, bug." I finally move, turning to lay on my back. "Let mommy get up and get ready, and then we can go to the park."
"Yay!"
I climb out of bed and start searching for something to wear.
My baby may not have his mama in his life, and I don't have any family, but at least we have the Skyes.
Once I'm ready, I tell Chris to put on his clothes shoes so we can leave. He put on his outfit Ethan picked up last week.
Although he looks as if he's going somewhere fancy , I love it. His has his own little style at only two years old
After taking him to the park so he can run off all his morning energy, I take Chris to a sandwich shop down the street from our apartment for lunch.
As we're eating our lunch, people are coming and going. I barely notice anyone... until I overhear,
"Mom," A girl whisper yells. "Look at that little boy..."
"Which boy ?"
"That one."
I look at them under my lashes, so they don't know that they've caught my attention. But when I see they are looking at our table, Christopher to be exact, I start to have a mini panic attack.
