1. Look-a-little-bit-likes. My children look very much like Michael. I read somewhere that, at birth, children resemble their fathers so that their fathers will bond to them (and–in the case of wild animals–not kill them). I don’t know if that’s true from a bonding standpoint, but fo’ real–my children look like Michael. Which is why, when there’s any tiny glimpse of me in them, I can’t help but clap my hands and cheer.
(Also, can we talk about Milo’s little body sitting on that basket in the background? Adorbs.)
2. Need Milo? He’s probably playing trains. That’s all he’s been doing. All day. Every day. Also, I defy anyone who says they could say no to that little face asking you to play with him. Not possible.
3. I found my patience wearing thin this and my temper closer to the surface than I wish it was this week. I have yet to have a full-out screaming/shouting outburst, but MAN. There were several days this week where I had to swallow sharp words or run upstairs knowing that it would take at least 30 seconds for the tiny humans to catch me, which might give me just enough time to calm down. In the meantime, I just chant “inner peace…inner peace….inner peace” and hope for the best. Cookies have also helped.
To distract from that, let’s talk about the fact that Milo will eat his body weight in chicken when it’s fresh and hot. Re-heated chicken? Nope. Cold chicken? Nope. He begs like a little puppy for more and more.
5. I think all families should do birthday videos like my family does. We live spread out over a few states, so instead of getting to have everyone over for cake and celebrating, we text birthday song videos. Sometimes, that means mariachi sing-a-longs. Sometimes that means a little dance number, or a quick strum on a banjo, or a fake mustache, or a few ninja moves. It always means goofy excellence.
We had 3 birthdays this week on my side (including Sophie’s), which made for SUPER entertaining texts throughout the week. Best tradition ever. When Sophie climbed up to eat breakfast on her birthday, she said “Mama’s phone? Aunt Lovey’s birthday song?” certain that someone SURELY would have sent her something by, you know, 6am.
p.s. PLEASE stop back at 12pm today for a really fun feature I’ve been dying to share with you! It’s one of the coolest things I’ve gotten to do as a blogger to date!