Getting ready in the mornings with two boys with very different approaches to being on time is interesting. Well, make that three boys. And interesting isn't the half of it. Yesterday morning we couldn't get Owen to get going. Ernie finally told him they were leaving without him. I continued to try to get him out of the house to no avail. Ernie came back and I said, "He's not ready, we're going without him." Ernie said when he got home Owen was waiting, thinking he was going to get a ride to school. When Ernie explained that he had forfeited that, he was shocked and said, get this, "but I'll be late." Needless to say he walked to school.
Last night he was over at a friend's house (no school today) and he got home at twilight. Ernie and I were sitting in the yard. I'd found a library book on my laptop and was reading because God knows I wasn't up for the news. Owen ran in the house and came back with his Mother's Day present. He made me a cutting board in school. I had told him I wanted to win the Nick Offerman cutting board but I didn't...so he made me a cutting board.
It's gorgeous. Utterly gorgeous.
And thus, he survives.
My sweet pea.
My sweet, sweet pea.