brody turned 4 last month.



the only thing in the world that matters are superheroes.

according to him, he knows his superheroes. much like he knows his ABCs and 123s. they are equally important.

his best friend changes everyday. i am never one of them. and that's ok. it just means he can never trade me in for a different best friend.


he pulls my pants down all the time now. like for real pulls them down. and he never gets in trouble bc the deep-in-his-gut laugh melts my heart.

and he can fly now. i mean, sort of. i am his vehicle that allows him to fly. so really he can't fly. he's more like a pilot. but i would never tell him. it would break his heart.

do you remember this post?

well. i'm dying again. and my sidekick is here as my witness. again. his dad is not, however, out of town this time. he's just too much of a (jerk) busy person to watch (be responsible for) him.

thankfully i have superhero shows, spongebob, ice cream, popcorn and an iPad to keep him occupied while i...well, die.

brody was such a good, sweet little helper in the last post. almost two years ago. when he was 2. sweet, innocent 2. this time though instead of rubbing my tummy, he has instead offered to punch me in the stomach. so that's nice.

and james? he's not around to help tonight either. it might have something to do with last night when he came over and i had a hole in my pants and a stain on my shirt. brody wouldn't go to bed so james had to put him to bed for me for the first time. he ran into my room at 3am to get in bed with us, i let him crawl in trying not to wake up james but brody needed to talk about superheroes for a bit, duh...and milk, i think i remember a story about milk. by 5am he cried bc he needed to be in the middle so we could crowd him. i let him in the middle and although he didn't kick me, pretty sure he kicked james. and well, there just weren't enough blankets for us and james. so ya, he's not here. you think he'll come back?