33 Months - March 2010

So the cape I made you the middle of last month has become one of the hot items around here. You ask to wear it when we go places pretty often and sometimes we even let you. (I did manage to get you to let me leave it in the car at church today.) I let you wear it to the grocery store the other day and as we were standing in line the lady in front of us asked who you were. You told her you were Batman and she told complimented you on how nice your cape was. Then she turned to me and told me about her son that had worn a blue PowerRanger costume for months when he was your age, they even had to put it under his church clothes. Then she kind of got serious and told me to enjoy it because it goes by so fast. I know it too, and I think that is why even though I LOVE this picture of you flying to the park, it puts a lump in my throat because one day you'll be running to the park with your cape flying behind you and the next you're going to be running out the door with the keys and $20 ($20?) for a date. Just don't run so fast, ok?


You and your sister have been pretty lucky this winter and have gotten by with only a few quick colds here and there. Your dad claims it is the fact we don't live near a Wal-Mart, I think it might have something to do with me not working at the Probation and Parole office and you going to daycare. This month though you did get hit with a nasty bug and of course it happened a few days after we had been to Cedar so your dad is only further convinced that is the root of our problem. We are pretty sure it was RSV and boy was it miserable for all involved. One day you and Tess were both just acting as miserable as could be and I actually just had to laugh because you looked so darn pathetic. I grabbed the camera and took a picture of each of you feeling terrible...
You are generally pretty tough when you get sick but not this time. That band-aid on your head is because your head hurt and that was the only thing you thought would make you feel better. It still makes me laugh to look at this picture but as luck would have it as soon as you guys were starting to feel a bit better (which happened to be the day your dad started back to work after his furlough), I got sick. Now I know just how you felt when you said your head hurt and your tummy hurt. We couldn't figure out why RSV would cause your tummy to hurt but now I know!

I was feeling bad this last week because the weather has been going back and forth so often and we have been sick for over a week now we haven't made it outside to play much. We went to visit dad at his office and when we got back you begged me to let you play in your sandbox so I let you while Tess and I went inside for a few minutes (I left the door open and checked on you often...). At one point as I looked out side and saw this...

I thought you had fallen somehow and asked you what had happened to which you replied that you didn't know. I ran inside to start the bath, still thinking you were upset that you had fallen and looked out to see you lying facedown in the sand, on purpose. You are such a nerd. I went back in and grabbed the camera. And yes, your pants are on backwards. Just try telling you that though.

Strike a pose, baby boy.

You still are in repeat mode and the other day you were looking at your reflection in the doorknob of the pantry and said probably 23 times "I look like Jell-O." I'm not sure what it meant but you said it enough times I finally replied "I KNOW YOU LOOK LIKE JELL-O!" It has also been quite an adjustment having your dad back at work because now I am the only person in this house who can help you with stuff. Which is unfortunate since you simply cannot do anything without a sippy of milk or "something to make me happy." You tell me that at least a few times a day that you need something to make you happy. To which I reply that I need a million dollars. If you read this when you are older and a millionaire -send your momma something that makes her happy to make up for all those times I gave you something to make you happy.

We do love you and quite often at night when your dad and I go to bed we talk about "Poor Logan" and how you just want attention, but really kid, in all reality, there is no way we can NOT pay attention to you. You are full of life, love, piss, vinegar, and superpowers - and we wouldn't have you any other way.

Love you bud,

Mom