May
17
Man, we had a busy weekend.
Biking:
Pizza picnicking:
Nad-smashing:
Coloring:
Outdoor movie-watching:
And whatever-the-hell-this-is-ing:
It was a great couple of days but this morning I woke up thinking how I could really use a nice low-key weekend to recover from our weekend, you know? And then I went to work, the end.
Bah.
Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you, Dylan’s sleeping much better at night now. I still have to go in every now and then and sort of blearily pat him a little to get him re-settled, but he’s not nearly as high-maintenance as he used to be. My favorite thing is that he no longer needs to be eased into sleep at bedtime. I can pretty much read him a story, cuddle him a bit, and he’s good to go . . . even if he doesn’t fall asleep right away.
May
13
This morning, driving to school:
Riley: “Why’s that guy going?”
Me: “Hm? What guy?”
Riley: “The guy in the song.”
I listen: Quasi is playing on KEXP, singing “I’m never coming back again, I’m never coming back again. You can’t close that door for forevermore, I’m never coming back again.”
Me: “I’m not sure, sweetie.”
Riley: “You’re not going, are you?”
Me: “What? Me? No, of course not.”
Riley: “And Daddy’s not going?”
Me: “No, no. This is just a song. Someone else wrote it.”
Riley: “You’re going to stay forever, right?”
Me: “Well. I’m going to be around for a long, long time.”
Riley: “And you and Daddy aren’t ever going to do like in the song.”
Me: “No, no. We would never leave you, ever. Never in a million years. We’re a family, right?”
Riley: “Yeah.”
Me: “And we stick together, right?”
Riley: “Right.”
Me: “Is there a reason you think we might leave?”
Riley: “No . . . it’s just that this song is kind of a sad song.”
Me: “Should we listen to a different song?”
Dylan: “PLAY RO MA MA? PLAY RO MA MA?”
Me: “Lady Gaga it is. Hey Riley?”
Riley: “What?”
Me: “I love you.”
Riley: “I love you too.”
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