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“I still love you,” he said to me as I took a seat next to him.
“I love you, too,” thrilled that my feelings were not unrequited.
“I still love you,” he repeated. “Even though you’re married.”
I laughed then. “I love you, too, Jude.”
Jeff and I have tried to explain the concept of marriage to Jude – to no avail. He decided that he wanted to marry Mommy and though Mommy was very flattered, Daddy had to explain the many reasons that just wasn’t possible. His three-year-old brain processed that information and then he decided “I’ll just marry Daddy then.”
Life with a three-year-old is many things, but it is never boring.

I am back to work today, which explains the new blog as I actually have time to sit down to write one. That, and I am trying to distract myself, as six weeks spent bonding with Sully have been great and I already miss his little face. I already have his picture plastered all over my office, joining my other family photos and as I look at his face, I can vividly recall his warm breath, the way his tiny hands curl into gentle fists and the way he passes out post-bottle, milk almost always evident above his lip and on his chin. He curls his body up onto mine and sleeps – or, actually, he had until today. Today is a very difficult day. I asked Jude to keep an eye on him during the day, as Jude loves to feel helpful. His reply: “I won’t let anyone take him, Mom.”

I overdosed on movie-watching while I was home, taking full advantage of the immense library we have amassed over the past couple of decades. (Yes, decades. I’ve been collecting movies since I was 13 or 14 and Jeff must have started his collection around that time as well). I discovered that, as heart-wrenching as Kramer vs. Kramer is, Ordinary People is even more so. (Seriously. I don’t know how any mom can watch that movie and not be devastated.) I rediscovered favorite films like Chasing Amy and Almost Famous. I watched some truly awful films from Netflix. I would rank Tears of Kali among the very worst films I have ever seen. I contemplated the sheer fortune wrapped up in video and hope that the boys will appreciate their inheritance. Jude has moved on from Firehouse Dog and has discovered the action of Spiderman and Spiderman 2. I have now seen those two movies many, many times. (Go ahead. Quiz me.) Even though I am growing a bit weary of them, it is still cute to hear Jude say “Green Goblin,” which comes out more like “Green Gwobwin” and he has taken to pretending to shoot webs all over the house.

We had a good Thanksgiving, fairly uneventful, shuffling from Jeff’s parents to mine. We filled up on turkey at my mother-in-law’s and my father’s, then off to mom’s for the unconventional dinner of steak, shrimp and crab legs. I was in food heaven – so much divine ambrosia and I didn’t have to cook at all.

Random thought of the day: it would really, really hurt to be stoned to death.

Song of the day: “Mother” from Pink Floyd.