I love this photo. It's from our vacation and sums up so much about our life right now. It shows how beautiful my first born is, how patient and loving she is with Sam, her littlest brother. It shows Sam's love for Ashley and his absolute commitment to almost never wearing regular clothing. He exercised great restraint in not complaining when I told him we were only taking his Superman and Buzz Lightyear jammies on vacation with us. No tears. Shocking. Not once did he ask for his Batman or Mr. Incredible suits. And only once did he ask for his Spiderman suit. Superhero suits and jammies are to four year old boys are what shoes are to many women. Ahem.
Today we spent half the day with Clark Kent. When I asked Sam what was in the back of his pants he said, "I'm Clark Kent. You can call me Clark Kent." Ok then, Mr. Kent, tell me what's in your pants. Ah, underneath those wranglers and that button up shirt is a superman suit with the cape tucked into your pants. I see. And he meant business because for the next few hours he reminded anyone who dare speak to Sam that while he did see Sam sometimes, and Sam visited him at his house, he was indeed Clark Kent. Lunch time was fun and we all laughed a lot, but imagine how relieved I was that Sam came back for naptime and mama got lots of hugs, kisses and "I love you"s.
