Allo, Misoncia!

Renee Therese! We're cooowwwlink yah naaaaaame! Give a girl a holler, yo. (Well. Two girls.)

Funny Man

B was sick this weekend, which stinks. He had a really high fever on Saturday night, which is scary. But by yesterday, he was on the mend. He still had to stay home from daycare and go to the doctor (mainly to rule out strep), but overall, he was doing ok. I stayed home with him, which I can unabashedly admit is not a sacrifice whatsoever. We had a really fun day together. We watched his favorite movie (the only movie he watches) Wall-E, and we played low key games (he was still lower energy than usual) and we spent a lot of time giggling together. B is developing a really funny sense of humor. He can sense what makes me laugh, and he delights in doing whatever that is. And he loves to tease me. Like father, like son! It's so fascinating to watch this part of his personality develop. It's such a cool window into the person he's becoming. And I love having 1:1 time with him. It gives us a chance to bond in a really nice way.

Remembering

Today, I'm remembering people I never actually met. I'm remembering people like Sean Lugano and Welles Remy Crowther- whose stories I've heard only through their siblings- who lost their lives in the towers on 9/11 while attempting to help others get out safely. I'm also remembering the thousands of other people whose stories I don't know specifically, who lost their lives in heroic and horrific ways that day. And I'm remembering the emotional toll on those of us who didn't lose our lives, but our innocence.

And I'm thanking the people who continue to risk their lives to keep us safe from a horror like that repeating itself. If I started naming those people, this entry would get way too long, way too quickly. But you all know who you are, and I hope you know how much your hard work and sacrifices mean to the rest of us.