The Wild Thing

A few minutes ago I was sitting in my basement, wondering what to write on our blog and listening to my husband read a rowdy rendition of "Where the Wild Things Are. JAC loved it but I still had no blog material.  I try to write every day but in the mundane monotony of motherhood finding interesting material is akin to removing gum from your dog's fur.

Jess turned out the light and told JAC "goodnight." A few minutes later I heard JAC click on his light. Annoyed, I yelled for him to "turn it off." A few minutes later when he didn't comply I came stomping in his room ready to delve out some punishment.

I walked in and found him happily surrounded by his books and reading "Where the Wild Things Are." It seemed perfect because he is the wildest thing I've ever met. It was also so darn cute that I couldn't be mad. Instead I wanted to take a picture but my camera battery is dead - darn.

On other notes, Jess is running the Marine Corps Marathon in just a mere three days. I can't wait to cheer him on. Do you think it would be appropriate to wear my bikini and paint my stomach with the words, "Go Dad?"

Also, JAC took a nap today. This is becoming a rare occasion much to my chagrin. While he napped I sewed an awesome lion costume. I knew he would love it. JAC loves to growl and chase me around the house on all fours. He hated his costume. When I tried to convince him to wear it he cried and begged, "no, no!" I still have three days to help him condor up his inner lion.Wish my luck.