 52 project – a portrait of logan, once a week, every week, in 2014
conversation with this spitfire should not go unnoted, that’s for sure…
to drue who’s the quietest mouse there ever was – ‘calm down druebie and listen to me’
while doing squats on the bottom step and holding onto the banister – ‘i’m doing my exercising’
when she noticed i put a runner on the dining table – ‘is it my birthday?’
as we pass the obnoxious barking dog every night on our walk – ‘he thinks i’m a cat’
while i was talking to the sitter one morning – ‘stop talking to my friend’
after every spill that could potentially cause tears – ‘i’m ok!’
when she couldn’t open the lid to a toy – ‘i’m frustrated mommy’
while bossing us around – ‘daddy’s the big boss, i’m the little boss, and mommy’s nothing’
to her baby on the way to school – ‘it’s ok bub, it be fun there’
after i torture her every night about her days activities – ‘stop asking me no more questions’
every time we leave lo’s bedroom – ‘we have to shut the door so the big bad wolf can’t get in’
to the mama in the park who’s baby approached lo – ‘we getting a baby at our house soon’
when we discovered we ran out of diapers – ‘oh come on!’
as my stomach was growling – ‘you not hungry, you had dinner last week’
every morning since our stay in brooklyn – ‘we go to my new bedroom in new york city?’
when asked what all the scartches on her thumb were from – ‘playing with the razor mommy shaves her ears and face with’
i could go on for days. and no, i don’t shave my ears and my two year old definitely doesn’t play with razors. you can’t make this *hit up!
