Conversations

Logan:  Who is having a wedding?
Me:  Aunt Michelle
Logan:  Yeah, I don't want to be the ringer for the wedding.
Me:  Why not? 
Logan:  Why did she want me to be the ringer?
Me:  She wanted the cutest boy in all the world, so that's why you have to do it.
Logan:  Well, I think she should pick another cute boy.
Me:  You'll be fine!  And everyone wants to see you!
Logan:  I can't do it.  I have the cough-es.
Me:  Oh really?  Well, how about if we wait until it gets closer to wedding time and we'll see how you're feeling then.
Logan:  But what if I drop them?
Me:  That's okay!  If you drop them, just pick them up.  It will be fine.
Logan:  I don't want to be the ringer.
Me:  Well, you'll get to be on stage.
...at that point, I think I started to convince him because he loves being on stage!


Logan:  Was I in your belly?
Me:  No, remember, you were in Miss A's belly.
Logan:  Why was I in Miss Mae's belly?
Me:  Because she was your first mom and then she gave you to me.
Logan:  But I want to be in your belly.  That's the safest place for a baby to be.

So that day, I just let him believe he was in my belly.  I tried to tell him, but he felt like it was the safest place to be -- my belly -- so, I let him feel safe.  Also, he has taken to calling her "Miss Mae" instead of "Miss A."  His birthmother's name is Amanda, but that's also my sister's name, so we didn't want him to be confused about who we were referring to, so that's why we started calling her Miss A.  Now, we call her Miss Mae.  Someday, we'll have to explain that all to her, if we ever get the chance to meet her!

Logan:  Was I the last baby that was left?
Me:  What do you mean?
Logan:  Did you want a baby and I was the last baby that was left and Grandpa Bill tried to take me and I said, "Waaahhhh.  I want my mommy." So you came and took me because you wanted a baby?
Me:  Yep.  That's exactly what happened. 

I have NO idea where Logan picked up this version of his adoption, or why he thinks that Grandpa Bill was trying to snatch him away from me :)  Sometimes, he will replace Grandpa Bill's name with "Aunt Amanda," and that story ends with Aunt Amanda choosing Olivia instead of Logan, and then I picked Logan. 

Me: (right after Logan hurt his foot and was on the verge of crying) Shake it off.  You'll be fine.
Logan:  (gritting his teeth) I don't think I can do that.....

Logan:  (pointing to a picture of me in my wedding dress) I know who that precious lady is!  (and then I died because I've never been so happy in all my life.)

Hello, New Month

I wish that I had a really good reason for my blog absence, but it's more like a combination of many reasons...in no particular order -- cold weather, sickness, lack of enthusiasm for anything, I got a new Kindle and I was obsessed with the show Parenthood and then Downton Abbey, a new piano student, new classes to teach, regular work, I had to go to court for work (I love my job!), stress over going to court for work -- Oh yeah, that pretty much sent me reeling for a good week, more sickness, we thought Logan was going to get tubes in his ears, but he got sick the night before his surgery (post-poned until April), trying to do our taxes, trying to keep everything in the house washed and cleaned from all the sickness.....I could go on and on.  It's nothing that's much fun, that's for sure (except for maybe the new Kindle!). 

Anywho, here we are, in March.  And as I sat down to write this and put my camera card into the card reader, I silently prayed that I would discover some awesome photos that had not been published.  Alas, it looks like my camera has been put away with my writing....but I did find a couple:

Okay, so the second one wasn't so great.  But those were the only two I had that were even remotely in focus. 

So, we are anxiously awaiting spring.  Seriously.  This time of year, it's just basically like, "Okay, how many days has it been without sun?  237?  Okay, it HAS to be getting close."  We know it's coming.  And with it, we will get out of the house and run and play and we couldn't be more excited. 

This is a sad post for me to write because my Grandmother had a friend who lived in Pennsylvania (sweet Velma), and she was like a second mom to my grandma.  She read my blog religiously.  She passed away last week.  And although I didn't know her well, I know that she loved keeping up with our family on our little blog.  So, it makes me sad to know that Velma won't be reading anymore.  I have a card that she sent to my parents when I was born -- how cool is that?!  Anyways, this is the first post that Velma won't read, and I know my Grandma will cry when she reads that :)  But I'm glad that this blog kept Velma up on our happenings and I'm glad that she was able to watch Logan grow.  I will miss the encouragement that she gave to my grandma, as I know Grandma will miss her terribly.  She would always tell grandma to tell me that she just LOVES my blog :)