Wordless Wednesday, with words

The problem with wordless Wednesday is, well, it's wordless. I like to use words as it is how I communicate. I would use hieroglyphics, but I misplaced my chisel and I don't live in a cave. The only time I really don't like to talk is in the morning. I am not a morning person. I stay up way too late because it is the only time I can be alone and the only time during the course of the day that the house is silent. I use the wee hours of the night to be productive, and watch Project Runway.


Joe turned six last month. Since then he has taken every opportunity to remind us that he is six. "I can do it myself, I am six." he will say when we try to help him do something. When he is in the bathroom he will close the door and say, "Don't come in here. I am six now." I wonder why that rule does not apply when I am in the bathroom.

This picture was taken on his birthday. Thumbs up is a gesture that our family frequently employs. It is especially adorable when you are six, because six year old thumbs are scrumptious. The gift in that bag met with the six year old's approval and garnered a thumbs up. In that bag was a cap gun and caps. It is not fun unless it is loud and dangerous.

I like him being six, but I still miss him being 3. I often tell him that I am going to put him in the dryer to shrink him back to his little self. He laughs and says, "When I be a man, I am going to put you in the dryer." Then he takes my face in his hands and says, "My little mommy, I love you, my baby" and when that happens, I am at a loss for words.