monday morning

This morning Jason and the kids woke up at the same time, about 45 minutes before he had to get out the door, leaving that precious window for me to get a little more sleep. i really needed it after a night of tossing and turning and insane dreams. Unfortunately, Henry and Mia decided they needed to press their bodies into me and play with cars and sing loudly for the entire 45 minutes. No matter how much I begged, ignored, whined, and threatened they couldn't be persuaded to leave my sides. At one point I was moaning at Henry to give me some space and quiet and he looked straight into my eyes from a few inches away and flatly said, as though I must have been confused, "it's not mother's day."

happy father's day

I wanted to catch a quick photo of the kids holding the sign this morning while we let Jason sleep in so we could make it his computer desktop image for a cheesy little surprise- right up his ally. But, they were less than interested in working with me on one decent shot so instead Jason got a 10 shot screensaver of our little photo shoot. This was the first of several small things we did to make the day just a bit out of the ordinary and hopefully more fun for the father of this house.

saturday morning

How sad is it that in my mid-30s chocolate can apparently produce the hangover that tequila could a decade ago. Sucks. I suppose it's worth noting that the munchkins each got me up in the middle of the night, but, really, it's gonna be like this?

one way or the other

Do you ever feel like thinks are okay, fine, good even, maybe pretty darned good, OR, you might be losing your freaking mind? I feel sort of like that now. I think it's the former but can't totally rule out the latter.

I think things are better than they have been in awhile. I am happy. We are lucky. Life is good.

But, what's next? Where are we headed? Things are never easy how can they be easy now? What am I forgetting?

See what I mean. I'm just not sure these days but I am going to keep my fingers crossed and try to focus on the good that is here now.

from where does it come?

Yes, we live in a city with a lot of tattooed people and I even have a couple little ones myself but my kids have had pretty limited exposure to tattoos and very little expose up-close-and-personal. I don't think this has anything to do with them liking temporary kid tattoos. Hell, I loved them as a kid and I don't think I saw a real tattoo until I was 10. I led a sheltered childhood in some ways.

In any case, they are always asking for rubber stamps on their bodies. I have an embarrassing stash of cutesie holiday stamps, smiling animals, babies, etc. Like I said, embarrassing, but I used to make a lot of invitations and cards, although I suppose that doesn't make it any less embarrassing of a habit/admission. In short, a lot of kid-friendly crap from which to choose, which made it all the more surprising when they each chose these the other night. If this is their natural inclination at almost-5 and 2, what do I have in store for me?