Holy crap! Did I just manage to post a video? If so, someone needs to alert Ripley's. Anyway, if I did manage to post a video, it's of Owen using an exercycle in a new and effective way. Also, it shows off his legs to great advantage. His long, skinny legs. The ones he inherited from his grandfather.
Which sort of makes it sound as if he had another pair or two around which of course he doesn't.
It is pouring rain here and the sky is bright as a new dime.
What's that all about? I have no idea. Man, I don't understand anything any more. Not. One. Damn. Thing.
I'd go into more of an explanation but I just don't have the heart. It's just...life? Death? Life and death? Like that.
I had a great time with the boys. Owen was excited about his birthday party decorations and he drew about twenty new humans on bright pink paper to tape up to the walls.
So we're ready, folks. We are ready for this party. Well, we have to blow up balloons, but beside that, we're pretty much all set. Owen did have a rather large meltdown with dramatic sobbing because I would not tell him what I got him for his birthday. Gibson and I were rather amused. We kept giving each other looks like, "Oh, that Owen! He's such a funny guy!"
"Owen," I said, when he was in the midst of the drama, "I usually do just about everything you want me to, don't I?"
"Yes!" he choked out.
"Well, I am not going to tell you what I got you for your birthday and that is that."
He got over it.
There was Chex Mix today. And Sponge Bob. Here's Gibson, laid up in his Boppa's chair, munching.
The boy has some new dance moves and they are swively. He's also started putting words together and- another sure sign of development- he now screams, "MINE!" when Owen tries to take away whatever he's holding.
So that's been my day. Life and death and poop and tears and birthday party decorations and remembering four years ago today when Lily had already been in labor for about thirty hours and still had about sixteen left to go. Maybe more than that. I will never get over being proud of her for the way she hung in there. She was a force of nature and I don't know why I was surprised. She always has been and she always will be. She is a strong, amazing, beautiful mama and her sons are proof of that.
And I have to point out that Jason hung in with her, every moment, and I couldn't be more proud of him either. Not only for the way he was there for her in labor but for the father he's turned out to be.
Four years of this adventure and every day is some new reason to be proud, to be amazed.
Of that I am certain.
Everything else? Hell, I do not know shit. And that is all right.