Thursday, November 21, 2013

My Brain Done Exploded

Today has been, well, one sort-of-crazy-thing after another. Not just for me but for Mr. Moon as well. Mechanical and technical things seem to be failing left and right. I just saw a mouse the size of a rat (okay, it could have been a rat) trying to sneak out of the laundry room. I had the boys for ten hours, more or less and Owen slept for almost three of those hours. Gibson has learned to say "NO!" and he says it frequently and loudly. He says everything in a voice which reminds me of nothing more than an enemy combatant in an old, totally un-PC movie about someone we may have been, at one time, at war with. (Think German or Japanese. Think a soldier holding a bayonet.) The accent needs working on but the tone and volume are perfect.

I do not feel that well. And yet...

Those boys are still alive and now home with their mama and their daddy. They helped me pick mustard and collard greens from the garden which I have cooking along with pork chops and sweet potatoes and oat bran muffins made with apples and raisins and cinnamon and leftover smoothie. Our friend Tom is here for supper and to watch an FSU game with Mr. Moon.  Owen told me tonight that Boppy "loves you to pieces." He also picked me four tiny zinnias which he instructed me to put into a vase, which I have done.
"You know why I give you flowers, MerMer?"
"No, Owen. Why?"
"Because I love you."

And there is this.

Two boys. Two eggs.

One love.


  1. All your boys love you. Look at those faces! Pure beauty and light.

  2. So good, so, so good. I love you, too.

  3. Those boys are gold. Mr M loves you to pieces, Owen gives you flowers, Gibson gives you his sugar. This iss what your soul needs + Cozumel fo Xmas where you don't have to lift a finger. Dr. Jo who will be leaving Atlanta in the morning.

  4. Mmmm you always make the yummiest sounding things to eat! After what sounded like a trying day, I hope you had a margarita or something. Jeepers. As delicious as the babies are, they can wear a grandma right down to her nubbins. (I have no idea what that means, it just seems to fit.)

  5. Awwww, that picture. Those boys. These words.
    I'm catching up on a bunch of posts in reverse order, what a great way to spend my morning.

  6. Nice with the two boys and the two eggs. You have a bounty.


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  9. Just another sweet happy day of the sweet happy family:) You have 2 awesome gentlemen and no-so-long-to-be insane heartbreakers at hand, dear! Hope they still manage to get good education (even with the help of legit essay writing services) in spite of their passionate nature:) Why do they call you MerMer if not a secret?


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