momentum

so i've started and saved a few posts over hte last week or so and i've got a list of owen-sims and fabulous photos and moody revelations but i thought i'd better just put something out there before i get caught in that twelve-year-old-diary mode where i my hand hurts just thinking about all the dear-diary entries i'm behind and i miss out on the right-now revelations. . .
like how reading olivia together at bedtime--although we'd read it together dozens of times (and now she's ever all the rage) --really was the "and i love you anyway" moment. because i have an ever-growing list of monikers for owen--from mr. moo to sweetbug--depending on which "outfit" he's sporting. he got such a kick out of discussing the red stripey shirt and the red sneakers and where olivia should wear them and explained to me that olivia wasn't really naughty for painting the pollock on the wall after going to the museum because the painting was on the wall too and she probably didn't have a garage with paper in it like we did and so she didn't have any choice but to do her special painting right on the wall. and then the "i love you anyway" just made us both laugh and owen explained that he would keep growing until he was ten and as high as the top of the book shelf and not to worry because he'd still be my guy even if he were as big as grandpa and that even though everyone should still love everyone we all got "love machines"--illustrated as the little space between his thumb and pointer finger-- from disneyland and the bigger we got the bigger our love machines were until they exploded--emphasized as his fingers burst apart and arms stretched high over his head. and that's pretty much it in a stream-of-consciousness preschooler kind of way. which is why i get the you wear me out but i love you anyway; or you wear me out and i love you for it. . .