My favorite animal is a sea turtle. They're like the upgraded version of the regular turtle with their bulky gracefulness.
These are the things we talk about at sunrise, my boys and I. We munch bananas and figure out who will marry Quinten. It can't be mommy, though he asks me. He walks around with a "wedding band" washer on his finger and has no idea what he's talking about when he speaks of marriage, but he speaks with authority. The authority of a two year old who has figured out the entire world in 730 days. We discuss the meaning of rolypoly bugs, and why Buzz Lightyear says, "Not today Zurg!" and we wonder why he calls Star Command. Sheldon babbles his answers and faithfully opens and shuts the cupboard.
The day is stretched out before us, full of promises of swimming pools and hot, hot sunshine. We will be getting some stylish dinosaur braces for Sheldon this morning and I'm excited. Socks and shoes for the summer, but maybe some standing too. The summer makes tomatoes ripe, and the little faces are getting bigger, boyish. Baby fat is fading and my babies are growing up, but for this summer they are still small and delightful.
