- When you go to enjoy frozen yogurt with Caedmon, he eats it so fast this inevitably happens.
On a related note, Caedmon- who is a self-determined expert on superheroes- helped me discover what my superpower is: I do not get brain freeze, or ice cream headaches, or whatever you call them. I will pretend I was not disappointed that my superpower couldn't have been something just a tiny bit... well, cooler. (Pun not intended but nevertheless appreciated for what it is.)
- Hey, remember when we didn't have to wake up and feel sick by what our elected government officials were doing "on our behalf"?
- While all of our children are capable of independent reading (HAL-LAY-LOO-YAH), all three still enjoy being read to, particularly Caedmon. He has a very subtle way of asking for this to happen.
I understand if you're having trouble focusing on the subject of this photo, which is supposed to be how our youngest spreads a blanket on our couch, assembles a pile of picture books, then pats the seat next to him invitingly, beckoning you to come read to him. Maybe you're distracted by a photo-bombing Atticus in the foreground, or maybe you can't take your eyes off those pants of Caedmon's. I do have an excuse: I am a human being who sometimes gets a little behind on the laundry. That morning, before school, Caedmon had wailed to me that he had "nooooo mooooore clean paaaants to wear!" I dug those way-too-short, mess-of-holes jeans out and told him to put some long underwear on underneath. Problem solved. And it's better than that day last fall, when Derek got the kids up and around for school one day, allowing me and my bronchitis to sleep in. Sweet, nice husband. Sweet, nice husband who I discovered sent Caedmon to school in long underwear instead of real pants and didn't realize it until I sent him a picture of our son right after he got off the school bus in those long underwear. I laughed, shrugged, and basically chalked it up to "Whatever, he's the third child and used to these kind of shenanigans."