so cute!

Today Jackson said –

“I’m the pancakes, Freya is the french toast, Dave is the waffles, and you are the maple syrup that holds us all together.”

I don’t get why he was going with a breakfast theme to describe our family, but I thought it was really cute.


Apparently my son went out to dinner with his dad to the Ferguson Brewery last night, and, upon hearing I grew up right down the street, said to his dad, “I need to talk to mom about her childhood here. I have so many questions.”

I giggled when G texted me about it. Nobody ever believes me at first when I tell them where I grew up. *one of these things is not like the other*


I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here yet, but a while ago my ex-husband told me his brother came out as transgendered and is transitioning to female. He told Jackson about it when I wasn’t around, so I mentioned it casually to him one day just to see if he had any questions or just wanted to discuss it.

NOPE. He was completely unphased by it. “It’s not a big deal, mom,” is what he said. “Now I have an aunt. I hope she’s happy.”

I love him so much. His generation gives me hope for the future.

in the car

On the way to school this morning, I showed Jackson a two dollar bill a friend gave me to give to him. He thought it was cool and I told him I would keep it for him until he got home. He told me yesterday that some kid had been stealing Pokemon cards from other students, including Jackson.

Jackson: Are you holding onto it because people are taking stuff that doesn’t belong to them?

Me: Yes. What’s up with that Daniel kid stealing your Pokemon card? I thought he was your friend.

Jackson (in a very serious voice): I don’t know, mom. There has been a lot of crime and mystery going on recently.

Me: *dies laughing on the inside*

quick trip to the capitol

Today we went to visit my mom. She lives in Jefferson City, which is about 2 hours away from Saint Louis. Jackson had never been before. As we were crossing the bridge into town, I said, “Hey, look it’s the Capitol building.” He didn’t know what I was talking about, so I explained to him that Jefferson City is the Missouri state capitol. He goes, “Oh so does that mean Saint Louis is just a lower case city?” I died laughing.

Anyway, we had a lovely time. Now we are home and I am exhausted.

The divorced life

means that every other weekend I don’t have my kid. So I usually try to get a photo of the two of us before I drop him off at school on Thursday mornings (since Thursdays are his dad’s nights). This is today’s:

I look horrendous because I’m still recovering from the flu. He looks adorable as always (though he obviously needs a hair cut).

I’m going to miss him just like I always do. (Not that I don’t have a ton of fun during my non-custody weekends, because I definitely do, but his absence is always in the back of my mind.) He has been saying the funniest stuff recently. For example, the other day he came up to me and asked, “So what are Dave’s thoughts on marriage?” He then explained to me that he’s very much looking forward to the four of us (me, him, Dave, and Freya) being a family, and that he hopes we don’t get divorced. I almost cried, but I managed to hold it together and assured him he didn’t need to worry about that.  I’m going to give him and Freya the family life they deserve. I helped break it and now I’m going to fix it (to the best of my ability).

Then in the car the other day, he said, “I have a serious question for you. What are your thoughts on having a baby, because I’d really like a little brother or sister?”

And my favorite: he hugged me last night and then said, “Mom, you are the best mom anyone could ever ask for.”

Be still, my heart.



life with a little boy

I picked Jackson up from his dad’s house this morning, and on the way home I kept hearing him make explosion noises, so I asked what was up.

Jackson: Well the x-wings and tie fighters have to work together to defeat a t-rex and 18 velociraptors. But there aren’t any storm troopers because the clones defeated them and took over. I put escape pods in the x-wings though so if they explode we don’t have to die.

Me: …sounds awesome, bud. 

He has managed to combine his two favorite things.