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30 Months

Well, I must preface this entry and say it is now June 2005, so I am just a wee bit behind on this web journal thing! I suck. I did take good notes thankfully, or at least I hope they are good - so I am going to try to recreate or at least capture some of you now.

To quote you "Mama, I like dragonflies, but not to eat them."

You became well aquatinted with hurricanes that is for sure. You call them "big, huge, storms" in a voice somewhat filled with awe and excitement.

You said "super duper cool"

Sigh. Did I mention sometimes I suck as a mom? We were in the drive-thru line at Dunkin Donuts and you yell "come on you stupid people!" No idea where you got that from, no idea at all.

The baby fat is just melting off of you. Your face is getting thinner, stronger lines. You look older.

My notes say "Owee's song/diggers" and I am really not sure what that means. I think you sang Owen a song about worker trucks but I am just not sure. I could kick myself that I got so behind on this project. I will ask you and see if you remember.

It was so funny, Owen had pulled his leg up into his pant leg and you couldn't see his foot. You got all freaked out and yelled "where is Owen's foot!?"

I was so mad at you for spilling orange juice on our evacuation hosts cream couch and I said. "Alec, I could just kill you!" And you said, "don't kill me mama, I'm not a bug!" I love that you are so innocent that the only killing you know is bugs.

You are fascinated by the electric hurricane shutters at Tom and Ann's apartment. I think they are pretty cool too.

You are sleeping on the floor in one of the bedrooms right next to a floor to ceiling window that looks over a canal and a beautiful italian style shopping plaza. You call them "my building" and you can't wait to see them every morning. We even saw a dolphin in the canal. I guess there are some OK things about being evacuated.

You are not napping at all and I am just so exhausted with the evacuation and Owen and everything. You and I are going through a pretty bad time right now. I can't get you to nap, you can't fall asleep at night, we are all out of sorts and your Dad went back home to assess the hurricane damage. It's a very very tough time right now.

"I knowed it"

You are always asking "where we going now" - poor kid, constantly on the move and loving it!

I have no idea what this means - "car bed"

You like to paint your toes with those Crayola bath paints. Just like Mama's toes! I have a great picture of you in Grammy's tub with bright blue toes.

Whenever we go out you ask for a lot of toys you see, so I have started calling things "Santa Toys" - now I am afraid you will expect every single toy you have seen from Santa come Christmas!

You love to play worker site and I love to listen to you talking with your toys - hi, how are you, what's the job today, let's help out" So funny.

You started your new school. Like always, you had no qualms when I left, just bye mom and off you went. I know I Should be happy you are so well adjusted and secure but it hurts, just a little.

I have no idea what this means either "a party for me"

I promise to never get so behind on this journal again!