Oh wait, wrong Calvin.
He also makes us pull our hair out a little.
Can we say "Mama's Love Language"?
Of course I ran out for some zucchinis and made it.
And just in case I haven't already over-shared, that shirt? Pajamas.
It's a shameful secret I bear, but I don't want to talk about it.
I often sleep in the shirt I wore during the day. And sometimes I do it the other way around.
But I said I don't want to talk about it, okay?
I feel cleansed.
I'm part flamingo, only not as exotic or pink.
I think it might have something to do with my uneven legs.
It was pretty good. Not sure that I'll make it again?
Calvin wasn't sold, either.
But we ate it all and we ate it happily and I looked across the table at my child who arrived from across the ocean with a faux-hawk and now holds a pencil in his hand and writes words like "margarine" and "Montery jack" cheese on lined paper because he loves me so much.
A few weeks later he pulled this out of his back-pack like it was 2-dozen roses and I was the Queen.
He gets to check out two library books each week at school and got a cook book for me.
(Though I think there may have been some ulterior motives involved...)
Papaw - a folder to keep all of his gardening paperwork.
(If you know anything about my dad, you know he indeed has gardening "paperwork".)
* We just tucked Silas into our bed after the most heart-wrenching, complicated, endearing conversation. He's growing and understanding more. He's starting to figure himself out a little. He's starting to really know his place in this family, and that it's forever.
* Last night we talked to Robert about an on-going quasi-conflict with his counselor. I asked him if he was nice when he talked to her. "Not at first, but at the end I was." My response, "Be nice. Show your teeth (smile). We raised you better than that." He cracked up so hard. Giggled like a girl. It appears that there's no end to his giddiness and amazement over being found and kept by us. He's wonder-struck. We all are.
* Ruby is overdue for a post of her own and I've been keeping notes, so stay tuned. For now, I'll just say that she's blowing me away with her smarts. The girl is reading like no body's business. Lordy, how I've always prayed that my kids would love reading!
Yesterday after she read the hardest book yet I hooted and hollered and yelled and sang. Calvin calmly walked over and patted her on the back, "Great job, Soup!* Just keep working on your fluency."
I'm clearly in over my head in innumerable ways. It feels like a good place to be.
*Family nickname chart (explanations will not be offered at this time) (because there are none to offer) (I blame my mom)
El Rubo (Dad)
Howard the Cat
Singy (Calvin and Ruby)