The Brattychick

"Oh no, I just dropped a piece of hot chocolate on Zachary Taylor ." (He has a place-mat with the US Presidents.)

"I just cracked my buttlick."

"When we get to my class I'm going to give you a hug and a kiss on the pants."

"If you are spitting out meat at the foot of my bed, then we're going to have a problem. Do you have meat in your mouth? Do you have meat in your hands?! Then get out of my room!"

...of what I am dealing with when it comes to Dexter . This is just to give you some idea of the scope of the madness. I caught this act of lunacy with my phone the other day at the Merrifield Festival. Yes, that is a cowboy hat on his head. He insisted.

"Mommy look at my choo-choo trains. They're going to the promised land!"

Today Miles turned six. Today is Friday the 13th, the first one since Miles was born 6 years ago on Friday the 13th on a full moon in October. We tell him it's a lucky day in our family. I knew he would be born that day for some reason. When he came out he had a birthmark in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. He still has it, but it's so faint that really only he and I know it's there. I remember thinking to myself, 'Man, what am I in for with this lightning bolt child?' Now I know. As a baby, Miles' was incredibly engaging. We called him 'Prince Charming'. He was obsessed with food from the beginning. Most babies start getting a little fussy when they're hungry and you have a few minutes to get the bottle ready. Miles screamed bloody murder the moment he felt the first pang of hunger and if I didn't whip my boob out fast enough, he would refuse to eat and scream for 20 more minutes just to let me know that that? That was unacceptable...