The Sun Came Out.

The sun doesn't come out very often up here in Portland.

So when it does, us Reds make it a festival of an event.

Emmett's routine remark for this festival is first a gasp, followed by a really high pitched screaming voice, "Wook Mom, the sun came out!!!"

(p.s. I wasn't kidding about him being the "wook mom" shadow.)

These last couple of weeks we've had a flood of sunny days.

In fact, Emmett has pretty much stopped pointing out the sun is out.

These are some of our fun in the sun outings of late:

Airplane flying

Farmer's marketing

Cannon beach-ing

Pool partying

Wook Mom!

This Drawing sits on our book shelf which faces our bed.

So on Sunday, while reading in my bed, I was purposely trying to ignore this noise:

"Mom Wook! ... Mom Wook! .... Mom Wook! ... Mom Wook!

(A.K.A. Mom Look!)

Kinda sounds cruel.

However, F.Y.I., this noise follows me as closely and as constantly as my own shadow.

Probably even closer, if that's possible.

Eventually I gave in, hoping to quiet this shadow temporarily,

"Yes Emmett?"

Emmett, standing right below the drawing on the bookshelf looking just like this, replied,

"Wook Mom, I'm Jesus!"

p.s. Eric's sketching skills...not bad, huh?

Green with Envy.

Hmmm. Of all the things I fretted about with having a second child, I never anticipated this. I'm fraught with jealousy.

Eric, my BFF, soulmate, lover, is now enamoured with another girl...Margot. Margot, my sweet little sunshine, gleams brighter for her Dad than any other person on this planet.

I feel replaced.

p.s. I suppose there are worse things.