• It’s a sunny-ish Tuesday in Seattle!  Methinks we’ll be taking a walk down to the school playground to practice a bit on the monkey bars.  I know certain people reading this have an innate fear of the injuries for which monkey bars are often responsible and will want me to drive down there in case we have to make a side trip to the ER on the way home, but what can I say?  I live on the edge.
  • Have you ever been SO freaking proud of your child that you want to shout it from the rooftops, but you can’t, because you don’t want to call attention to your child, because the accomplishment of which you are so proud could be highly embarrassing to him?  Yeah, that’s how I feel.
  • On second hand, forget I said that.  You didn’t read/see anything.  Right?
  • I love my parents.  Has anyone ever wondered which end of the gene pool gave me my goofy side?  It’s kind of a toss-up:

  • FYI, Skype rocks.
  • Yesterday, Kalen colored a picture for me.  When I went to write his name and date on the back (he prefers to leave his artwork unsigned…to confuse art collectors of the future, maybe?  I, for one, am easily confused and learned the hard way to name and date everything.), he said, “It’s going on in…2011.  That’s the date of it.  2011…March 21st.  Okay, Mom?”  Sure, kiddo.

  • I asked him what the letters said.  “Nothing, they’re just markings on the water.”  I sense a mystery unfolding…
  • I have a strong feeling I’m going to be the recipient of lots of priceless artwork this summer.  The hallway will be quite the art gallery!  Bring it on, boys.
  • This morning, Nicolas brewed coffee for me.  I joked in a sleepy haze yesterday that I should teach him to do so, and he said, “YEAH!!! I want to learn!”  Score!
  • Hmm, I wonder what else he wants to learn to do.  Hey sweetie, have you ever scrubbed a floor?  It’s SO exciting…