To say my son is active is an understatement. He is constantly charged. I called him “rambunctious” this weekend – much to my MIL’s dismay. That was after a stack of pancakes with syrup, two doughnuts, and a slice of cinnamon roll cake. (We were at the grandparents.) He was confined to the house, somewhat, because of the constant rain we’ve been having, but he made due tossing packing peanuts about like snowflakes, tumbling over furniture, and dancing in the rain. When we packed up the car and left for home that evening, my son took his first nap in …read more

I was in the cargo area of a big jet with Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Russell holding a blue tarp and about to do something heroic – I’m not sure what – when my son’s voice rattled me back to consciousness, out of bed and to his bedroom. He tapped the empty space beside him and I, given I was sleepwalking anyway, fell into place. My mind began to search for the portal to reenter my dream so I could find out if I succeeded in that heroic act, whatever it was. But re-entering dreams is never really possible. It was …read more