From the back seat
Keeghan: Da-Da. Da-Da.
Ian: No, Keeghan Daddy’s at home. You have to say, “Raba.”
Keeghan: Raba!
Happy New Year 1978
Rama’s House Is Awesome
I don’t know where I’m going…
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?
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: