Christian kept poking me in the rear end this afternoon, gently, but still, it was slightly annoying, so I told him to please stop. And he said, "Mom?"

"Yes, Christian?" I said.

"Are all moms as squishy as you?"

And I said, "Yep!"

I was laughing to myself. I am not sure that squishy is my favorite word, but that's the kind of word that Eric uses as a complement, so I don't have a complex now. Ever since we got married he's been saying how "gushy" I am. I was kind of offended at first, but he swears that what he means is soft and utterly huggable. So he is always coaching Christian how to say, "Mom, you're gushy." Even in prayers, "We're thankful that Mama is so gushy." It's one of those words I've learned to accept and appreciate.

Tonight at dinner, Eric asked Christian what he loved most about Mama (Christian has moved on to calling me "Mom" (which kind of makes me sad because it means he is grown up now), but to Eric it's usually still "Mama."

And Christian said, "I love that she's so squishy." And then he went on to list some other things that were recognizably a complement. :)

Also, today, he was pretending that there were "The United Monsters" in my bedroom (You think they're scary when they work alone? When they unionize, watch out). Christian wanted me to run away with him and try to "TRAPIFY" the ones hiding in his bedroom. I liked the word trapify. Especially when he said it.

He and Eric played tonight on the new Wii. I even gave the boxing a try in between dishes. It was so fun to watch them together. Christian really goes after it and loves the action of it. The first time we saw him box on Christmas day, I was cracking up laughing. His arms were just going crazy, and he actually seemed pretty good! So funny. But he is pretty hard on himself and kind of expects perfection. We will really have to watch that in him.

To the dear, loyal friends of mine who have surprised me by actually reading these, I thank you for your kindness and beg forgiveness for the mundane journal-entryness of these. In the end, what I want from blogging is not to forget the things in life that made me laugh, especially Christian. Not a day goes by that I don't think how much I'm going to miss the little boy him that says a hundred cute things a day when he is all grown up. I will try someday to write something interesting for a general audience.

Today is probably not that day.