Communications from the Guys

Owen was going to the bathroom. As always, the door was wide open so he just leaned back a bit so he could see me across the hall and said, "Most people are just happy to have nice normal mothers, but I'm happy to to have a partially weird mother who doesn't let me do every thing I want."

I'm paraphrasing somewhat as I am often struck dumb by Owen's observations and I have to scramble to try to commit them to memory. I thanked him profusely, because really, what else could you do?

The other day I had to leave for work around 6:30 a.m., earlier than I usually do. I was checking email on the computer in the kitchen and Owen wanted to claim it. He said, "When do you have to go to work?" and when I told him right then he said, "oh good." I glared at him and he said, "oh, oh, oh, not that I'm happy that you're leaving." Then he walked over and gave me a hug and said, "Now Mom....you KNOW I love you with all my heart." I hugged him back and he proceeded to explain, "You know how people think about things they love the most are in the center of your heart? Well, that's where I put manga. But down below is where I put you and Dad." As he pointed to the appropriate parts of his chest he explained, "That's because you say to people you love the most, 'I love you from the BOTTOM of my heart."

Geesh.

From Leo I mostly hear heavy sighs and snorts. If I say anything starting with, "Remember Leo, you have to....." an immense and weary combination of a heavy sigh AND a mmmm...somewhat contemptuous snort comes out. I usually respond with, "Eh, you love me anyway," to which he responds politely "I know." And I swear....they are truly endearing sighs and snorts....snighs if you will. And he gives the loveliest soft hugs and kisses. And he rolls his big brown eyes with me when the two blondes drive us crazy.

My sweet peas.

Yet another zinnia picture because pretty much everything else in my garden looks wretched....that the huge cracks in the ground from the lack of rain....