In the car today, Andrew was playing with a couple of GI Joe men. That fact alone makes him seem so much older than a four year old.
Then he asked me, "Mom, can you put this GI Joe guy's leg back on?"
Something about putting the leg back on an action figure made me feel like a "real" mom. Sometimes I just feel like the babysitter or the personal chef or the teacher or the janitor.
But not today.
Today I did surgery on GI Joe.
I was a "real" mom.
*Sorry about the lack of posts. When we got back from vacation the beginning of July, our computer crashed. Now we're back up and running, but missing lots of pictures. They are somewhere, I just don't know where yet...
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