Homework

Andrew has been working on a research paper all week and he still has a long way to go...
He works pretty hard but every once in a while he needs a little break.
So, naturally, he just took a second to softly kiss and caress his bicep, and then humbly declared, "I may fail this paper, but at least I'll have big biceps."
Too good.

Yeah... About that....

There's this boy. I'd love to blog about it but I'd really rather just go be with him. 

In the meantime, please be just as confused about this as I am.

Just a lot of sweetness and a little bit of irony for your Sunday afternoon.

So, one of the things I do to help Reed is get him ready for bed. This process usually includes brushing his teeth, washing his face, helping him go to the bathroom and getting him a drink (all of this is done while I tell him some sort of bedtime story that he generally sleeps through because I’m annoying). Next, I tuck him in and turn off the lights.

Then, at 2:56 in the morning I make my way up the stairs and completely crash on my bed. And then do you know what I do? I think to myself,

“Crap”

Do you know why? Because that is the moment when I remember that I still have to brush my teeth, wash my face, go to the bathroom and get a drink. And that moment is the worst moment of my whole day. Seriously. (I know, I know-I have a really hard life)

All I’m saying is that sometimes I think that Reed is living the dream.

I have got to get myself a personal care attendant.

Blast from the Past

There are few things in this world that I love more than Zumba. Seriously. It's the bomb. And just when I was thinking it couldn't get any better, we learned a new dance to this great song. And I couldn't stop laughing the whole time because Jamie and I spent WAY too many hours of our junior high lives watching this ridiculous video. Those were the days. These are the days, too. It's a good life. Thanks to Gary for making it even better.

Please, remind yourself of the joy this brings.

Mirror Images

In my room I have a dresser with a mirror over it. For some reason I cannot keep this dresser clean (I'm pretty sure I get it from my dad). Anyway, as I was cleaning it off this morning, I caught myself telling jokes in the mirror...to myself. I started making funny faces and proceeded to laugh and tell myself that I'm funny. It was weird. And I acknowledged that to myself in the mirror, of course.

Tonight, like most nights, I was holding up a small mirror so that Reed could look at himself. He's usually looking for dry skin or pimples or something that is bugging him. But tonight I was watching him and I noticed that he wasn't trying to spot any imperfections at all. He was simply making funny faces at himself.

The great thing is that in so many ways we're all the same. Exactly the same.

Hilarium

This is what I did at work today. Productive? You could say that. 

Funny? Obviously.

Reed read an article once that said that people who laugh a lot live longer. He keeps telling me that I'm probably going to live to be 120 years old because I laugh too much. 

I told him that's great. It will be awesome because all the people my age are going to be hilarious. 

And he said, "compared to what?" in his best Marcel voice.

So good.