Posts from — August 2008

Energy is waning, Internet. Ideas for posts are few and far between, as are trips off the couch. I realize I have two hundred months left of pregnancy and therefore am trying to ration my complaining. In the meantime, I’ve been relying heavily on Bug to be both entertaining and clever so that I don’t have to do much work to keep this website rolling.

Luckily, this is not proving to be much of a problem.

Because this picture speaks for itself:

Sometimes the steady stream of words from Bug’s lips that assaults my ears nonstop from the time my eyes open in the morning until his close at night is enough to make me want to run screaming from the house. If I could in fact still run.

But sometimes instead, it goes like this:

“Mom, I like everything.”

“Oh yeah? Well that’s pretty great, liking everything.”

“Yeah. Like I like cars and stop signs and trees and sunglasses and balloons and orange and green and you and Daddy and animals and the zoo and parties and the road and books and houses and sweet potatoes and toys and washing hands….”

“Awesome, that’s a lot of -”

“And Kroger and Moe’s and my bike and the park and swings and Beetles and shoes and yogurt and sleeping and ice cream and baseball and water and the ‘Lympics and cheetahs and milk and my baby sister and playing golf and dinosaurs and Chick-Fil-A and the library and airplanes and getting the mail and jammies!”

“Bug, I really like that you like so many things.”

“Yeah.”

(a minute passes)

“Oh! Mom! I forgot HAIR! I LOVE HAIR!”

And there you have it, folks. He does, in fact, love everything.

(August 11, 2001)

My dad’s best, says Bug.
With a kick, LG agrees.
We have wise children.

Pretty awesome day
To have a birthday I think.
On Eight eight oh eight.

Let’s celebrate your
Birthday on eight eight eight eight
At one hundred nine.

Because I would like
To have you around that long
Even with no teeth.

I am tired of
Counting syllables now, so
To close I’ll just say:

I love you. Happy birthday!

Lorso stares down twenty nine with his steely gaze.