Short and Sweet

80 Weeks

This week I told Ren we were going to New York City to visit friends for Mommy's birthday. We drove down with Ren in his new car seat for the first time. He slept most of the way and repeated, “SSSIIDDDIIIEEE!” when we got there. That night, when the birthday cake came out—the one made for me from scratch by one of my oldest and dearest pals—Ren said, "MMAAAMMMIIIEEEE!!" The next day we went to Central Park and invited a few folks who hadn't met Ren. It was like a reunion from our wedding. So many friends of silver and gold. Ren said a hardy, “HAALLOOWWW!!!” to each person and smiled for pictures with them when asked.

Back home and a few days later, our family was driving around, running errands. On our last stop, I ran inside the grocery store and left Greg and Ren to the backseat. Greg turned to our son and said, “Now it’s just Daddy and Ren.” Ren's response, a simple, "Pishies*."

*Penises.