I didn't write for a long time. And then I password protected this site. And now...well, I just want to write. I miss being here in my little space on the Internet. My family and friends know the State of Things and it doesn't belong here. I have had a hard time figuring out what to write about if I couldn't write about That Which Will Not Be Discussed because it's what is on my mind so much. But the original, true purpose of this blog was to keep everyone (family, friends, random readers) apprised of what is going on with the boy (Jack) and his mom (ahem...me). And after such a long hiatus, where do I start? Let's start with...now.
Jack is four, and he'll tell you he is four and next year he will be five and did you know that Peter Parker turns into SpiderMan and, hey, mom, what does that sign say? did you know that a horse can gallop and shlalock (?) because that's what Finley said but also Darth Vader is a bad guy but I still like him because it's okay to like bad guys sometimes, right mom? but not if they have guns, they can only have guns if they're policemen and policemen help people and they only use guns for bad guys. except darth vader. i don't think the policemen know Darth Vader, but does SpiderMan know Darth Vader? at my swim lesson I dived to the bottom and got the SpiderMan from the bottom and isn't that cool, mommy? and I did big arms and practiced side breathing and we learned about pee at school today (WTF? Oooohhhh, the letter P. Got it.) and it's almost halloween and...............................(starts upon opening his eyes in the morning and ends approximately .2 seconds before he goes to sleep at night.) (Those .2 seconds are incredible.)
He is so sweet, just so unbelievably, heart-meltingly sweet. He stops his monologues sometimes just to say, "Mommy, I love you a million-billion much." Baby, I love you a million-billion much to the infinity power. Plus 2.
He has 6 pairs of socks that he will wear, all others will be discarded immediately upon sight. He will only wear basketball shorts, preferrably with his (well-worn and falling-apart) Batman shirt. It takes an act of congress and really unattractive pleading on the parts of his parental units to get him into anything else. One day he went to school wearing Transformer swim trunks and his SpiderMan shirt. I'm not proud of this, but I'm also not apologizing. The child is 50 pounds of sheer will-power and he will gladly use it for good or evil. I tend to pick my battles.
We've spent the summer swimming at our pool, taking overnight camping trips, going to the zoo, the train exhibit, Music in the Park with friends, swimming, swimming, swimming and more swimming.
If I could figure out how to get the pictures off my camera and onto our computer (it's suddenly not working and we can't, for the life of us, figure out what's going on. Dad? Help?), I would show you photographic evidence of these activities.
In the meantime: Hi! What's going on with you?
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