The boys got to ride the historic carousel at Glen Echo park today. I remember riding it as a little girl, which makes taking the boys there just ever so much sweeter.
Well, that and the looks on their faces.
Merrily we go around
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Who pead in your Cheerios?
Do the hokey pokey
Boy meets duct tape
This will go down in history
as the day I took two children to the grocery store and NOBODY CRIED. I don’t know if it was the novelty of riding together or if I did something good that merited a divine reward, but these two kids were awesome in the store, the whole way through. They had a great time… you’d have thought I took them to Disney.
Crystal Clear
Me: dude. We need to talk about boundaries, because I just told you “no,” and then you did it, and then I told you “no,” and you did it again. You’re a stinker. So, can I have a kiss?
Keeghan: NO.
Candidates
I was joking that Keeghan was running for office today. He had to go up to every baby at the park and talk to them like he was meeting his constituents. Also he shakes hands if an adult introduces themselves while I’m holding him. (yes, it is THAT CUTE.)
Ian seems to have accepted the job of campaign manager. He usually has a list of talking points and introduces Keeghan to the other kids. (“Here he is! That’s him!”) Don’t try to skip the talking points. There’s no escape.
So. Can we count on your vote?
Siege
All you need is a hot glue gun and some craft supplies and you too can create enough portable catapults to take down even heavily defended objectives.
Wiffle golf balls and mini marshmallows make excellent, non-lethal ammunition. Goldfish crackers are also effective, but consider safety goggles.
Overheard
Michael: how many pictures do you have of them sleeping, anyway?
Me: well, they hold still when they’re asleep.
Dear Ian,
I have been a mom for five years. That’s longer than high school. Longer than college. Longer than almost every job I ever had. Every day it changes me forever. Every day surprises me. Every day challenges me. Every day amazes me. I am so, so fortunate to be your mom.
I am awed. Awed by the greatness. The beauty. The magic.
I am humbled. I am blessed. Let’s hear it for another year!
Love,
Mommy