Darva Suzanne

Chace made a book yesterday. He drew all the pictures and asked me to write what he was saying on the pages. The book is about Bobby's phone. Really, it is. He drew a box, and said it was Bobby's phone. Then he drew a bunch of squiggles, and that was him running from Bobby WITH Bobby's phone. Then it was circles and things, and that was when Bobby was trying to get his phone back. The last page was the box and two smiley faces, and that was after he'd given it back. The End.

Last week, I had to bring him into work, and he was sitting with me when things got busy. The next time I looked up, he was sitting at one of the empty desks, pretending to be doing techie work. It's moments like that I wonder why I need anyone else in my life. He's perfect.

We need a SuperMommy club around these parts. Not that there's so many of us, but it would be amusing to get together and bitch with other people who understand my issues with changing into a mouse in front of my kid, or my worries Chace will pop up with some crazy power I don't understand. Ha.

I don't know. I feel lost and wandering right now. Part of me understands why people deflect, even though I fully believe in Upsilon and what we stand for.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get around to thanking you for watching Chace... I'm horrible at all of this. Dinner on me-soon-to make up for my lack of politeness? <3( )~

The 'mouse is back in the house. Dormouse back on duty? Sorry I haven't been available everyone, Chace was sick and I had to play nurse. I think he had a stomach flu kind of thing. I'm back now though, and ready to cause whatever havoc is needed. Just update me on whatever you need.