A very indignant Logan marches into the office.
Logan: Joseph blessyou’d all over me!
Me: What?
Logan: JOSEPH BLESSYOU’D ALL OVER ME!
Me: You mean he sneezed on you?
Logan: That’s what I said!
Poe: It happens.
Mothering fail
I’m home with the kids today – took an extra day off so I wouldn’t have to go right to work. Kids are outside. I see my oldest… Riding his bike, with no training wheels. Well.
I’m a failure as a mother.
My oldest can ride a two-wheeler. Nobody thought that I would like to know. This is what I miss coming home at 7pm every night.
My Pain in the Neck
The evidence that Logan, is indeed, a pain in the neck. I took this yesterday morning, while it was still dark. The flash didn’t make him even stir. That, right there, is MY side of the bed. The pillow on the floor to the side is mine. It goes, you know, where his feet are. Clearly, at some point, this was preferable to his own bed.
Conversations with an 8 Year Old
Joseph (after bath): When can I sleep naked in my own bed?
Poe: dear caught in headlights
Poe: Jeopardy theme music plays
Poe: lightbulb appears over head
Poe: You can sleep naked in your own bed if and when you feel comfortable running into the street naked if there’s a fire.
silence
Joseph: Oh.
Happy Birthday, Logan
I’m not sure what to say to you on your 6th birthday… You’re quite a character.
Everything you like… “It’s my Favorite!” Even if you said that about something else not a minute prior.
You’re giving. You’re loving. You’re sneaky… Stop sneaking into your brother’s room to steal his toys in the night, son! And what’s with eating the Splenda? You’re so very smart. You’re cute, and funny, and kind.
When they took you away when you were a day old and put you in the NICU, I didn’t know if you would live through the night. I knew nothing. But Oh, son.
You’re a joy and a terror. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, please stop getting up before 6am.
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