All in the Family

Aidan’s folder at school was chock full of drawings, paintings and all sorts of goodies due to an end of the year clean up by his teachers. We looked through his drawings together last night. As we went through them, I realized almost every drawing depicted Aidan with his Daddy. Even the captions were all Daddy, all the time:

“Love Is… When My Daddy Gives Me Hugs.”

“I Giggle When… My Daddy Tickles Me.”

“My Daddy Pushes Me on the Swing.”

Um, Hello – where’s the mom in the equation? I teased Aidan just a little bit and asked if I got to be in any of his drawings. He patted my shoulder and said seriously, “Don’t worry Mom, you are always in my family pictures.”

Gee, thanks. 33 Hours of labor and all I get is an inclusion in the family drawings.

In other news, my quest for the most graceful woman on the planet continued yesterday. As I walked to the mailbox to fetch the mail after work, I fell face first while I carried Griffin. I managed to break my fall with my knees and keep Griffin upright and unharmed. I am sure I was quite the picture of beauty and grace as I was sprawled in the driveway, my skirt up over my head, my spanx on full on display for the neighborhood, and my legs bloodied and raw.

When Chris got home, he expressed some horror over the state of my legs and then asked, “Oh, And where’s the mail?” Grrr…. No I didn’t actually make it to the mailbox to retrieve the mail.

I tried to bandage up my legs with a few million band-aids, but none of them would stay. After reviewing the situation, Aidan determined I should forgo the plain band aids for the Batman band aids that would stay “much better.” And look wayyyy cooler too. Me and my Batman bandaged legs. I was stylin’.