What two-year-olds are thankful for

Daddy saw this as we came to pick up Ian yesterday afternoon yesterday and said, "well awesome."

I would have paid Ian's teachers $100 to write Daddy up there instead of Mommy, but what's done is done. Ian is slowly but surely moving into the Daddy Appreciation Club but he is still very much the President, Vice President, Treasurer and Secretary of the Mommy Fan Club. And it's hard because sometimes Ian can be very frustrating to communicate with and Daddy isn't getting those 'yay!" moments to outweigh the "boo!" moments.

But just today while we were stopping for gas on our trek to Richmond, Ian turned to me and said, "Mommy?"

"Yes, Ian." "I want Daddy!" "Daddy is right outside the car. Do you want him to come back so you can see him?" "Yeah!"

So we're getting there. And at least he wasn't shown up on the thankful list by toy trucks or Mickey Mouse.

Ms. Kim!

Ms. Kim is here tonight and it pleases me so much to see Ian's enthusiasm for hanging out with her and vice versa. I look forward to one day having a similar relationship with some offspring of hers but for now, this is pretty awesome.

My son is a pretty good thumb wrestler thanks to her.

Walking and talking

I landed at exactly 6:15 tonight. When I turned the corner of the concourse, there were my two favorite guys grinning and waiting for me! Ian ran up and immediately said "I want mama milk!" but he managed to wait til we got to the car. While Daddy picked up our dinner I explained that if we get take-out from Chick-fil-a the big cow doesn't come to our house.

Ian didn't want to go inside when we got home but wanted to go for a walk. I figured we'd wander around the front yard a bit. Then he wanted me to carry him so we started walking down the street. I figured Daddy would pass us and pick us up. But at the end of the street Ian wanted to keep going. So I ended up carrying my 32lb son around the block at 7pm, hoping we made it back before Daddy wondered where the heck we were.

We made it home just in time but man I'm tired now. Ian kept saying "Ian and Mommy are talking!" as we chatted around the block and it was worth the sore arms to catch up with him.