Overheard

Michael: HOOOOAHHH
Ian: HOOOOAHHH
Michael: That’s right. You gotta do the sound effects or it doesn’t count.
Me: oh, is that the rule? It only counts if you yell about it? HERE I AM FEEDING THE BABY.
Michael: I love you.
Me: YEP, YEP, JUST GIVING THE KIDS LUNCH. SINCE WE’VE DECIDED EVERYTHING MUST BE HERALDED BY SHOUTING.
Michael: yes. Frat House.
Ian: mommy, why does Daddy keep saying Rat House?
Me: no, honey, Frat house. It’s short for fraternity house, which means a house full of brothers.
Ian: oh. Is this (Cliff Bar) for me?

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Incomparable sweetness

Most of the time, having a four year old is a special kind of crazy cakes. The kind where you never know what a minute will bring. His cognitive abilities are expanding moment by moment and are still accompanied by absolutely NO impulse control. So that’s exciting.

But sometimes there are moments like this:

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Ladies’ Man

So far today, he’s head-butted me, bitten me, and pulled my hair. I hope he doesn’t think those dimples mean he can get away with that forever.

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See the red mark on my head? Nothing wrong with his aim.

PS: Someone’s turning 8 months old today!