TJ is all about nicknames lately. He comes up with a nickname for everything and everyone. For instance, "Mom - Dark Vader's nickname is Dark Vade. Mom - your nickname is, uh, hmmm, I don't know. Maybe, Mmm for Mom." I especially like that one.
Last night, TJ told me that when he grows up, he wants to be a fireman and marry me. He was sure to tell me that he would wear all his gear and hat...and pick me up in his fire truck. Of course, I melted.
TJ slept at my parents' house last night - Tim and I went to Halloweekends at Cedar Point. Holy cow, we hadn't been there in years and year and it made me realize how old I am. Why, you ask? Let me point out a few reasons:
Number l. I didn't get the memo to wear Ugg boots to an amusement park.
Number 2 If I had gotten the memo, I wouldn't have been able to wear them. The lack of support
would have screwed up my feet or my knees. See what I mean? I'm old.
Number 3 I felt sick after each ride.
Number 4 My back hurt after each ride.
Number 5 I missed my kid. Badly. And can't wait to bring him there with us someday.
I guess getting old isn't so bad. It means I get to spend my time with more people!
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