Tuesday, November 17, 2009

we're sitting on the floor. he gets a cushion and leans it against me and snuggles in.
"you're a tree," he says.
"and you're a pea," I say, pea being my latest affectionate name for him.
"no," he says. "I'm a birdie. and I made my nest in you."

sometimes I love him so much it makes my heart break.

sixth birthday report: a day of insane fruit-salad making, dealing (not well) with a kid who threw a tantrum, and occasionally stopping to thank the nonexistent God that after five years exactly, I was still Not Dead.

it's very hot for November. I suppose he thinks it's normal. the benefit of being brand new.

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