Little Buddy

I got to spend the afternoon with Eli today, which is a rare treat. We're not often on our own. We had a hysterical trip to Archie McPhee in Ballard, trying on scary masks and choosing the craziest band-aids we could find. We finally settled on pickles and bacon - we decided that the next time anyone in the family has an injury, they would laugh at the ridiculousness of their band-aid.
For those of you who don't know Eli, he is the perfect combination of a breath of fresh air and utter exhaustion. Most of our conversations feel like a poor rendition of the old Abbott and Costello routine, "Who's on first?" We drove by my childhood house today and I could not get the idea across that 1) We didn't own it anymore (even if we did have it first), 2) Money was exchanged in the purchase (and no, I didn't get to be the one to keep it) and 3) The house wasn't purchased with candy (I don't even know how that one fit in)! So, as we circled and circled around the same crazy topics - along with one random one he threw into the middle of the house conversation: "Why are green enemies called green enemies?" (which I finally determined were "sea anemones"), I felt so grateful for a little time with just the two of us. At the risk of sounding cliche and overly nostalgic, he will only care about our "alone time" for a little while longer. He's the happiest kid I know - except when he's absolutely the maddest kid I know. But, his sweetness and fascination with nearly everything outweighs his low moments and I can't wait to see what he's like in one year from now, five years from now and 20 years from now.
I love you, Dude.

Go under the mercy.

Just Do It

So, I'm sitting here attempting to think of something worthy of my first official blog. I love reading what other people are doing or thinking about, but somehow, when I think of what I want to say - it all sounds so self indulgent. While I'm sure the majority of my entries will revolve around my kids, I also am aware that there is much more to me than being a mom. So, I hope I can successfully blend my many worlds into this one concise place. Hmmm.... Cringing at my overactive self-awareness.

I think I'll begin with my kids - they're my safety zone. I'll ease myself into this...



Top 5 things overheard in the Dreon house this week:

5) Mae: "Dear Jesus, Thank you for Disneyland" (Actually this is prayed every night)

4) Ava: "Mom, what do I do if there's this boy in my class who is, like, in love with me?"

3) Eli: (on the phone) "O.K., Dad. I'm ready for hockey. I have my knee pads, sweat pants and nut cup on. Have a nice day!"

2) Mae: (at a Seattle Children's Theater presentation of "Goodnight, Moon") "Mommy, I love this! It's just like the Backyardigans!"

1) Eli: (to Mae) I have to set up the back story on this one first. After running out of milk at dinner, Eli lifted his shirt and attempted to nurse from his own nipple (not the first time...) When he was unsuccessful, he told Mae "You're getting pretty big (she's a bit on the chubby side). I bet you can start feeding people pretty soon!"



Something new every day! I look forward to sharing this with you.



Go under the mercy.