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.