Gray said he couldn't go to school today because his bone hurt. I cradled him in my arms as he pointed to his side, "I rolled over in bed and I just don't think I can go to school awww."
He's going to school, with an eye patch. He put it on at breakfast and asked me to email his teacher letting her know he would need to wear the plastic pirate patch from our dress up bin, because then he wouldn't rub his eye anymore. "I'll flip it up when I need to see, though."
Ivy has had an imaginary friend named Alexa for several months now. We've come to accept it as normal- so much that when she talked about playing at her friend Aisling's house the other day Carter asked if me if Aisling was a real girl?
Last night Ivy took it a little too far. She was snuggling with me way past her bedtime and said that she had so much fun when she was in my belly as a baby. (Sweetest thing ever- does she remember? Maybe?) But then she whispered, "Alexa's in my tummy."
And I was all, dude, that's creepy and I slept all night with one eye open.