Mommy’s still recovering. Daddy’s gone to church. Kiddies need to burn off some energy. This should do it.

Psh. That’s for amateurs. #superherocamp — at Children’s museum of Charleston.

H, with a suppressed grin: Mommy, I have a boyfriend at camp.
Me, playing it cool: What is his name?
H: I don’t know.
Me: How do you know he is your boyfriend?
H: He asked me. I’m going to marry him.
Me: How old is he? What does he look like?
H: He’s four like me and had on a Darth Vader shirt.

Having my gall bladder out this morning was a hell of a kickoff to our 14 year anniversary. We’ll definitely need a do-over. One where I wear a prettier outfit and some makeup. Thanks for being my rock, Mikey. You’re doing an awesome job.

We walk in the house from MUSC and Wyatt runs to his “office” and grabs his doctor kit. W: Mommy, I am going to make you all better.
H: Mommy you need a shot! It’s going to hurt.
W: You know I’m not really a doctor.

 

 

It’s about to get real up in here. Time to kill it at dress rehearsal!