I always have memories but I don't write them down. I used to blog a lot and currently Jonathan is trying to put them all in a file so that maybe I can print them out.
But sometimes something happens and I need to write it down so I won't forget in the future.
Yesterday I was thinking about how my mom and dad got me out of the tub when I was little. I don't remember much of who gave me baths or if they stayed in the room with me. I imagine it was my mom, she was the homemaker and didn't work out of the home. But for one reason or another one or the other would take me out. My dad would get try take a towel and put it behind me and move it side to side, back and forth.
My mom? She would hit the towel against us... Think boys in a locker room. It was all in good fun. They must have made it a "thing", I am not sure.
I also need to use this space to keep memories of the boys. They do things and I say I need to remember them, but I forget to write them down.
A week ago or so Logan went to say goodnight to everyone in the house and told them "thank you for loving me!"
Another morning as I was leaving him at Nona's house and he called me back and I told him I loved him. His response was "Thank you! You made me happy!".
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