I love love love love love my kids
Noah is spending the night tonight with friends because they volunteered to take our dog while we’re in Portland and they’re doing a trial run with Noah there to help out. They have four kids, a cat and gerbils but are still willing to take our enthusiastic little terrier-ish mutt, god love ‘em. They’re good people and I just hope our dog doesn’t make their lives worse (my current concern: that Peanut will eat one of the gerbils).
Noah’s blond hair is growing out to messy roots and is way too long for my liking. I want him to get it cut; he wants to keep it long. This is how the tweens are. I finally said, “Noah, I love you and I think you’re wonderfully handsome. I just happen to like short hair; that’s my preference. I can look at you and at your long hair and wish it was short but I still see the handsome boy you are however you keep your hair. And it’s your hair so you do with it you want. Just let me nag you about it now and then.” And he agreed I could nag him so I do. But I also tell him that he’s handsome as often as I say, “Maybe just a little trim?” So far this seems like a workable compromise.
We took Madison out to eat because she came home from dropping Noah off and burst into hysterical tears, missing Peanut. Brett was distraught, too. He said, “I can’t help it — is it adoption? She was so upset that we left Peanut!” (This was exacerbated by her saying, “What starts Peanut? P? I miss Pennie!!!”) I said, “Maybe it is adoption and maybe it isn’t but whatever it is she’s sad so let’s cheer her up.” She picked the restaurant, which is how we ended up at a buffet behind 37 hundred other families. She wanted (and I quote), “CHICKEN LEGS!” Fried drumsticks and lemonade — that’s all it takes. She planned to come home and write Peanut a letter about how much she misses her but then decided she was too tired and would rather go to bed.
My kids — I’m so crazy about them.
Last night we went to the homeschool fair that Noah’s sleepover host’s mom organized and hung out with our friends who are also crazy about their own kids. People may assume that every single parent is nuts about their children but truth is, not all of ‘em are so hanging out with people who think their children hung the moon is a treat (even though I know they’re wrong and actually it’s my children who hung the moon but then they think the same thing about me).
In any case, Noah and Madison are nice people to know and I feel pretty darn fortunate to get to know them so well.
Sigh. I do adore Jamie, but he’s getting on my nerves so much these days. One minute I’m kissing him silly and the next I want to run away. He’s so much like me and MD and the parts of us that annoy me most combined with being three are making me crazy. I was just thinking about Madison tonight and how much fun she is to have around.
Your kids are definitely awesome. Their parents are, too. It’s nice when people love their kids.
I’m crazy about my kids too!!! I just love them and cherish them so much it almost hurts to even think about it.
I always wonder how people can avoid being crazy about their kids. I love mine tremendously, although one of them is only three weeks old and therefore somewhat unknown in terms of personality. But he seems easy-going, and he’s very cute. My daughter is awesome too. I feel really lucky to have them in my family.