Today is Wonderboy’s 2nd birthday. In his honor, I shall post a link to everything I’ve blogged about him: All About Wonderboy. (And yes, for my own amusement, I sometimes dress my son like his father. What can I say? It cracks me up. And simultaneously melts me.)
It’s also the birthday of my fabulous and incomparible husband, Scott. The day I met him I went back to my dorm room and raved to my suitemates about the guy who’d been cast as my leading man in the spring play: brilliant, funny, devastatingly good-looking (actually I think what I said was “wicked cute”).
Suitemate: Scott Peterson? I had a class with that guy. He’s really cocky and sarcastic.
Me, dreamily: Yeah, I knooooowwwww…..
One snarky one-liner, and I was his for life.
In his honor, here’s a link to some stuff he’s written about family. (Works best if you scroll to the bottom and read your way up.) He’s way funnier than I am. I am particularly fond of this piece. And this one. Come to think of it, this piece explains just why it is the picture above melts me.
It’s their birthday, but I’m the one who gets the best present. I get to hang out with the two of them every day.
Happy Birthday, guys.
The Secret Life of Scott Peterson, and Other Assorted Nonsense
Party of Five
Those Stubborn Bunnies
Eowyn For the Win
The Green Ways of Growing