Dax's Journal

Love and Marriage

The other night Dax and I were cuddling and having a little bedtime chat when he suddenly hugged me and said, "I'm going to marry you, mommy."

I tried to explain that he couldn't marry his mommy but, quite frankly, that's not really a conversation I was ready to delve into very deeply. He's only four. He clearly didn't get it so I moved on and just said, "Besides, I'm already married to daddy."

He grabbed my hand and said, so sweetly, "I'm going to put a ring on your pinky. But you'll have to hide it behind your back because, if people see you have TWO rings, you'll be in trouble."

So that? He gets.

Smarty Pants

So, I'm knitting a scarf for Dax. At least, I'm trying to. I can't seem to get it right. And it's not like it is any sort of fancy thing. All I'm trying to do is just knit. With one color. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, right?

Well, I can't seem to get the tension right and some areas are loosey goosey and others are too tight. And I can't seem to get the width right. All this means that I spent at least an hour sitting here knitting and frogging, knitting and frogging. (For those of you who don't knit: Frogging is the term for undoing all that you have done. Frogs say something close to "rip it, rip it" and that's what you do when your scarf is AN ABOMINATION TO ALL THINGS CRAFTY.)

As I'm doing this my son is building a marble run. Not just any marble run, mind you. Oh, no. THIS is his marble run.

And he's building different variations. Using nothing but pictures from a booklet that came with the set.

Here is where I must confess: I have attempted, myself, to build something out of this set and I have failed miserably. I always have to tell him that he has to wait for daddy to help him because mommy can't figure it out.

It is official. My son is only four and he is smarter than me. Much, much smarter.

Maybe he can help me with this scarf.