Sunny has been giving Saint and I “princess lessons.” If you’ve never had a princess lesson, you are missing out.
It starts by being dressed in a crown, then there’s a conflict of some sort and a Prince. It ends when you start using the wrong phrase like, Queen.
As in, I’m Queen Stephanie- and then she promptly takes your crown and claims “there is no Queen!” She gets so frustrated with me. And Jude is the worst Prince in the history of Prince’s.
And this little man hates pants.
Now that he’s walking, he is a non stop wrecking ball. He prefers his breakfast on the floor- in fact he prefers all food on the floor.
I bought him suspenders and I’m out of control.
It’s honestly weird.
I attach them to everything and he loves them. We call him Yoder, because he’s America’s first black Amish Man.
He dances with one arm up and in a circle while marching. So Ladies and Gentleman I give you Yoder.
My son. My black Amish son.
When I was in film school we were encouraged to watch everything. I used to got to movies by myself weekly. Then I got married, had two kids, and I haven’t sat through a full tv show in four years- but this weekend I took back the night. I saw About Time alone, and it was amazing.
When you watch it you will think of your family and your life and all of the amazing and wonderful and boring things that happen in your lifetime, and you will leave feeling grateful. I love that feeling.
I love that gentle subtle reminder that we are all traveling through time together.