Post Thanksgiving eggmus

I thought I had a lot of posts to write after thanksgiving, but either they turned out to be too personal, or I turned out to be too sick/jetlagged/swamped.

But there's nothing like coming back online with stories about Epsilon.

Jetlag is lousy. Jetlagged kids in your bed are worse. 

1:30 am 

Epsilon: Daddy, I can't sleep.

Partner: I know. Keep trying.

E: (Kissing head) I love you. (Rolls over to try to sleep.)

1:34 am

E: (Kissing head) I love you. (Tries to find a comfortable position.)

1:37 am

E: (Kissing head) I love you. (Rolls over.)

1:39 am

E: (Kissing head) I love you Daddy. (Rolls over again.)

1:42 am

E: (Kissing head) Daddy, I love you. (Tosses and turns a bit.)

.....

(Repeat at approximately 3 minute intervals)

....

3:00 am

E: (Snoring)

Can't quite get upset at him for that one.

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Epsilon's always liked bright colorful socks. Recently, he's become a huge fan of pink. The definition of pretty is now "has pink in it somewhere".

Partner: See that big girl with the pretty shoes?

Epsilon: (Pulling off his galoshes) I know. I have pretty socks!

Big Girl (aged about 5): Are you a girl or a boy?

E: I'm a big boy. .... I'm a big girl.

BG: (Confused) Are you a girl or a boy?

E: I'm a big boy. .... I'm a big girl.

BG: (Frustrated) Are you a girl or a boy?

E: I'm a big boy. .... I'm a big girl.

BG: (To Partner) Is it a girl or a boy?

P: Does it matter?

E: I'm a big boy. .... I'm a big girl.

Sometimes I worry about him holding his head up high in this world of gender roles. Sometimes, I don't.