Vaguely Incoherent Snippets

Aww, you guys are so nice what with your “You’re beautiful!”s and all. Thank you! My ego has sufficiently been stroked for at least the next month.

My mom is in town visiting. This is the first time in, oh, TEN YEARS that she has visited and I haven’t had a kid with me at all times, so we were going to go to the National Gallery of Art today and be ladies who lunch…and look at art.

Naturally, Jack has a 102-degree fever and stayed home from school today.

The only thing keeping him vertical is that my mom brought her iPad with her, thus making all of Jack’s dreams come true. It’s going to be a problem when she leaves and takes it with her.

He’s in his happy place.

I hear Jack hacking in the other room, so I guess I should go rescue my mother from his germs. Although she will catch whatever he has the second she touches her iPad, so I don’t know why I’m bothering.

Before I do that, I want to share two more photos with you because they crack me up and make me go “awww” at the same time.

Backstory: We’re at the airport on Friday and Quinn falls down while on the escalator, while I’m ten stairs below him with Jack and he starts sobbing and putting his fingers on the stairs and all I can imagine is his little fingers getting chewed up by the escalator teeth so I’m yelling at him to stand up and finally he gets off the escalator and I shove him out of the way so we won’t get trampled by the people behind us who are being ejected from the escalator and he’s still sobbing and sobbing and sobbing and finally I calm him down, but the escalator has injured his ankle and he is convinced he can’t walk so I carry him for a little while and then put him down because, damn, that kid is heavy, but he is still sad, so Sam steps up and hits the big brother ball out of the park.

This only lasted for a minute or so, but it made everyone very happy. Also, Sam puts me to shame.

I hope you all have a happy Valentine’s Day. Alex and I are going to a French restaurant, which makes me distinctly nervous because even though it is the last thing I want to do, part of me worries that at the last second I’ll blurt out to the waiter, “I’ll have the lamb brains with a side of snails, please!”

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