Elijah had a wonderful birthday party last night. He got a set of Superman dishes, a Superman sippy cup, and a Superman birthday cake.

“But….isn’t Elijah’s birthday in March?”, you ask.

Why, yes, it is. But that doesn’t matter when you have a doting grandmother and two crazy, adoring great-aunts. They don’t care about silly little details like dates and years you’ve been alive, or even things like confusing young children about the concept of birthdays and age. Nope. It doesn’t matter to them. All they care about is spoiling.children.rotten. Rotten! ROTTEN!

Daddy and Elijah watching Uncle Seth play middle school football.

Me and Owen.

Kyra strangling Daddy watching the game with Daddy.

This is Owen with his great grandmother, Mamaw Geraldine (Chris’ grandmother). Aren’t they sweet together?

Kyra told me that they were pretending that they were at the movies. I asked her why didn’t their chairs face the t.v. She acted like that was a stupid idea. Instead, they “pretended” that they were watching a screen. Silly kids.

Yesterday, Elijah came and sat beside of me on the chair. I rubbed his head, and said, “I love you.”
He leaned his head into my hand, and said, “Thanks.”
I was thinking, “Thanks? That is not the response I was expecting.” I said, “You’re welcome.”
He looked up at me sideways, and said, “Me love you, too, Ma-Ma.”
“Thanks.” I said.
He grinned real big, and said, “Me welcome.”

And then my heart melted.