a little inspiration

So, there is this guy I know- He is kind and patient and tolerant.  He is loving and thoughtful.  He does so much for us and we almost never give him his own time without throwing in some little task for him.  But he doesn't often complain.  He rubs my back even when his hurts too.  He takes over for me when he comes home, even though E is at his hardest in those hours.  He loses his patience and then goes back for more, so rarely calling for backup.  He works an extrovert's job all day even though his natural inclination is to be an introvert. I wanted to make a couple t-shirts for his birthday.  Morai provided the shirts.  I asked E what should go on them.  His first answer? A guitar.  That boy is smart.  Since our printer is not functioning I had to draw it myself.  This is unheard of.  I am pretty sure everyone can tell what it is without any prompting.  UNheard of. I also wanted to have a shirt that ...

  We have a new development at our house.  I believe we have some monsters that have moved in.  Or may be moving in.  Or once lived here... Emerson was previously worried about dark places.  Usually because that alligator who lives upstairs might get him.  Now, we moved past alligators and on to the more perilous and less definable "monsters."  He has moved from a worry that could be helped by reminding him that he could just tell the alligator not to bite him and to go away and on to a complete unwillingness to enter a darkened room without a hand to hold.  I read today that this is a normal developmental milestone for his age. The trick is, of course, we are really working hard to get him to bed on his own before the baby comes along. His room is on the front corner of our house and because of that when cars drive by lights make strange shadows travel across his walls.  It actually isn't ever very dark in any room in our house.  Y...