Thursday, May 27, 2010


It might be a serious disorder. Something we should take him to the doctor for. But we won't.

He has a perpetual back itch.

"Mommy will you scratch my back?" Sure hon. Then, as soon as I'm done with a perfectly decent back scratching, he immediately follows with "Daddy! Will you scratch my back?" Which has been known to lead to another "Mommy will you scratch my back?"

It doesn't matter the day, the time, the place, or the provider - he's got that monkey itch. I can't remember a day that has gone by without him asking. I know it won't last forever (unless it is a serious disorder!) so while it does I'll smile and oblige. Kids grow out of these quirks all too soon, and sometimes they become forgotten.

Monday, May 24, 2010


A while back I was having a bad day and Johnny, my perceptive one, walked over to me and gave me a big hug. He didn't say or explain anything, he simply wrapped those lanky arms around me and smiled that irresistible, dimpled smile of his. No worries Mr. Bad Day - that smile is making my whole world better! I leaned down, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then watched as he promptly wiped it off. That made me smile too.

I started teasing him a little about wiping off my kiss and he immediately stopped with a slightly panicked look on his face. "No! I wasn't wiping off your kiss, Mom! I was.... smooshing it in more! That way it'll stay forever."

Sweet boy! It was written all over his face as plain as day! He really was wiping it off, but he wasn't sure if that would make me feel even worse on my bad day. So he quickly thought up a better reason for what he was doing. (And come on! That was some impressive creativity on the fly!) Then he emphasized it by patting the side of his cheek and grinning at me.

I think I may have melted on the spot. Luckiest. Mom. Ever.

That one night has developed into a tradition of goodnight kisses followed by a series of pats to forever seal those kisses on the face. Try it sometime. Those few extra pats make those kisses seep down to the soul.

Sunday, May 23, 2010


Damien always picks the best positions to sleep in. His latest favorite is to scoot his pillow halfway down his bead and sleep. The top half of the bed? How boring! How normal! Me? I sleep on the bottom half of my bead. Why not? He's a why-do-we-even-have-a-box-thinker. I love that about him.