Me: “Son, put down daddy’s phone. You know you’re not allowed on it without permission.”
Josh: “YOU’RE NOT MY BEST FRIEND ANYMORE! MILA AND JACK ARE MY BEST FRIEND!”
ME: “Are Mila and Jack going to cook you dinner?”
Josh: …………..
Check. Mate.
We played the “High-Low” game at bedtime tonight. I shared that my low point was getting upset at Joshua when he spilled his water. Joshua grabs my forehead and kisses me without any words. I am speechless. The Lord is teaching me immense vulnerability through these tiny humans. It is so often my failings that provide the greatest opportunity for growth.
WARNING EXTREME NERDERY: Tonight, my beloved took me to see Yo Yo Ma. And then we nerded out afterwards about his technique and phrasing and all-around musical dominance. For those of you who may not be familiar with his work, I submit to you “Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.” I have just been in the presence of greatness. I’m going to sleep now dreaming of Russian cello music ❤️ Fellow music nerds… UNITE!
The worst part of being a boy mom: watching them bloody themselves over and over with alarming regularity. The best part of being a boy mom: When they bloody themselves, they want their mama.
Joshua: “Mom, how about you make limeade and I go watch TV.”
Me: “Son, negotiations have stalled on an account of this situation being weighted heavily in your favor. Throw in a back rub and you might have yourself a deal.”