uncle johnny

i remember him as a teenager. vaguely. but i do.

then years later he became my brother. he was shy. he was sweet. we loved him.

and years went by. and the lines between brother-n-law and brother became blurred.

he became my brother. he became my friend. he became my sister's strength. my family's strength. my strength.

he makes me laugh. he makes my family laugh. he makes my child giggle with joy.

he also lectures me a lot. does not allow boob comments on my blog. or construction workers in my house. and if i date you, he will do a background check.

the pond

the house was so cold when we got home tonight so i jumped in the tub to warm up. after a few minutes of quiet, the curtain opened and a 3 year old was standing there ready to jump in.

so in he jumps. but he wouldn't sit down bc the water was too big and too hot. he said he was going to make the pond bigger. not knowing any better, i agreed.

and then he pee'd on me.

stranger talk

i sent my baby on a school bus for the first time this morning. school buses never seemed so big until my 3 year old child climbed up the steps.

to prepare him for his field trip today, we had a stranger talk last night. i told him over & over if a stranger tries to talk to you, you scream really loud and run to your teachers.

so this morning, i quizzed him in the car.

if a stranger talks to you on your field trip today, what do you do?
i shoot him with my gun!
no, brody- -what do you really do?
i stomp on his foot!
no, brody- -what do you really do?
i boom him down!

he was serious. and he never did get it right.

our witch

brody keeps seeing a witch. it's always at night and he points to the same area every time, the front living room. he isn't scared. he smiles with excitment...'look, mommy, there she is- the witch!'.

a good mommy would comfort him. i, instead, interrogate him.

what does she look like?
a girl.
what is she wearing?
a princess dress.
is she see-thru?
huh?
is she nice or mean?
nice.
is she gonna kill us? kidding. i didn't ask that.

but really. do you think she'll kill us?