Labor Day -

Took on new meaing. Labor - yes.

At 1am on Sunday night as I gave Mike a kiss while he held a flashlight and I held a nit comb with Ian wraped in a towel on the floor between us - I told Ian "If anyone ever asks you, this is love." And there was something special and sweet and I so appreciated having a husband who would hold the flashlight (and make and feed me waffles while I picked nits).

Labor day weeked involved my 102 fever, the Bronx Zoo, lice picking till 2am, the beach, 3 hours of sleep, work trade show emergency, heaps of laundry and lots of other fun activities. Labor of love.

No!

I think we could learn something from the boys. Daron’s favorite word is no and I think he is on to something. When you say simply “no” someone has to try to convince you, bribe you or otherwise. And usually when Daron says no, it makes me want him to do the thing even more. And generally no does not mean yes. And saying no doesn’t seem to make him feel badly at all.
I am 32 – you think I can learn to say no?