I haven't written in forever and I have so much to catch up on, but I figured there is no time like the present to start over. I will update how amazing Evan's kindergarten year was and how much he adored his teacher at a later date. I will talk about how Wes wouldn't let me leave him alone at preschool and how he stayed right by my side the entire time when I get a minute. I will post the before and afters from the kitchen remodel instead of leaving them in my phone so the amazing transformation can be documented. I will update my life and try to keep up on this part of things as soon as possible, but tonight I simply must document another amazing translation from Wes. He is 4 and drives me out of my mind a good majority of the time, but he also has this amazingly funny side which keeps me laughing and can help lighten the stress of his evil ways. Truly evil ways. I am not sugar coating that one. In fact, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this or how I will possibly parent him when his actions remind me of a small little red guy with horns. And a tail. That loves fire.
Anyway, tonight, on a good night, we were all watching the Mariner's game. The boys are obsessed with baseball and know more about the players than me. It was the Ken Griffey Jr. induction into the hall of fame. Steve said "Ken Griffey." Wes looked at him, completely serious, and said, "dad, you said it wrong. It is Kwen Griffey Jr."
Yes, little one. You are correct and I adore you.
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