I have decided that being a boy mom affords me an opportunity to be on a permanent semi-vacation. I am living in a foreign land here-one that the language is not my own, but that of Batman, Spiderman, Super Mario Brothers and Star Wars. I listen to the boys playing together and they obviously understand each other, but at times I feel like I need a translator. And we are not talking about how we can understand Nate but the outside world can not-I can understand the words, just have no idea what they are talking about.
(On a side note-Gil was putting Nate down last night while Ben and I were in Ben's room reading and Gil came in laughing. He was looking for a real translator for something Nate was saying over and over again that he had no idea what it was. Ben and I were of no help at all. I guess Nate forgot over night because I haven't heard the mystery word again).
I sure am glad that the natives around here are sweet most of the time. I get big hugs and I love you's-luckily in a language we all share.
Then there is this guy-their leader (what, are you suprised that this picture didn't make it into my mushy anniversary post??) This was actually his less offensive Halloween costume this year (can't believe I never got a picture of him dressed up like the project guy from Alabama-Hide yo' wife.)
Christmas Pajamas -- A Look Back
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