Wordsworth: Hey Mama, what are you putting into that bag?
Me: A swimsuit and a change of clothes. Daughter and I are going to see some friends at their family’s lake house.
Wordsworth: I don’t think I know what a lake is but I can’t wait to find out!
Me: Sorry buddy, but we can’t bring you with us. Maybe another time.
Wordsworth: Oh. I see how it is. So I’m just gonna go ahead and stare at you pathetically through the window as you back out of the driveway. We’ll see how much you’ll enjoy your trip to the lake WITHOUT ME.
Son: Sheesh, it’s like something out of a horror story. “The house has been abandoned for years, but on fine summer days, people still see the ghost of a yellow lab staring sadly out the window at them.”
Emerson: Mama, may I be on the bed with you?
Wordsworth: Great idea! I’ll come up there with you too! Hey! This bed is kind of lumpy!
This weekend we got adopted by a dog.
When we met him at the shelter, he kept going back to Ian. He liked everybody, but Ian was clearly his favorite, and he got along with Emerson too, which is obviously essential.
Me: *goes into bathroom and closes door*
Sir Oliver: This door is closed. That is unacceptable.
Emerson: What’s the matter Mama? You don’t seem like yourself.
Me: I don’t feel well today. I came home early from work because I’m sick.
Emerson: I really want to snuggle with you Mama.
Me: You know I always appreciate a cuddle from you Emerson. Come on up on the bed.
Emerson: I dont know Mama. I want to cuddle but I don’t really like to be on the furniture because I get too warm.
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Me: Guess what, Lord Dormir?
Lord Dormir: You invented an automatic cat-petting machine?
Me: Uhh… no. But I did buy you a new jacket to replace the old fleece one which is all worn out.
Selby and Emerson: *spoon*
Me: Awww… *takes picture*
Emerson: Seriously Mama, do you HAVE to take our picture every time we cuddle? You’re like one of those puparazzi who take pictures of famous people all the time.
Me: I think you mean paparazzi.
Emerson: Whatever. Just calm down with the pictures already.
**Original post from December 1, 2011
Emerson: Mama, may I sleep on the bed until Papa comes home?
Me: I don’t mind, but I don’t know if there’s room. Selby is taking up almost the whole bed except for this tiny sliver of mattress which is just about big enough for the cat.
Emerson: I think I can make it. *defies laws of physics*
Me: Wow, I didn’t even know you could touch all four feet to your nose at the same time.
Emerson: Me neither.
Me: Is that even comfortable?
Me: I guess that’s a yes.