Just Wondering...

To preface this, I want to assure you all that I don't write this with an air of self righteousness. Just look at it this way. We all have pet peeves, right? Well, mine is being late.  I was lucky enough to marry a man who feels the same way I do about being on time. (Actually, at times I've wondered if it could be a bad thing, depending on the circumstances.) If I'm even a minute or two late somewhere, I will apologize. It's ingrained in me to be on time; anything less would be unacceptable to me.  But, I recognize that James and I are near anomalies  Almost everybody in this world is late, at least by a few minutes, (some 20-60 minutes) and it seems they think nothing of it.

So, my question is this. If I am going to somebody's house, and this somebody is notoriously late to EVERYTHING they go to, do they expect me to show up on time, or to be late? It's a real question. What are they expecting? If they are late to everything they go to, it seems only logical that they wouldn't expect me to show up on time to their house, right? Or am I wrong. I am genuinely curious. Any of you late type people have the answer for me?

Lost Self Identity

I just scrolled through the most recent pictures I've taken of Logan in the last few months. Let me share a few of them (ok, most of them; we don't take many pictures) with you.

Notice anything in common? Yep, that red cowboy hat.

One day I was at Wal-Mart, saw this hat for $5, and on a whim I bought it. My original thought was that both Logan and Lizzy would enjoy playing dress up with it. In fact Lizzy, wore it pretty much the whole day that day. Somehow, with out our noticing it, Logan started wearing this hat Every. Single. Day. There are very few moments that Logan does not have it on his head, and occasionally, in those moments, Lizzy will get her hands on it. This freaks Logan out to the extreme, and he'll rip it out of her hands, which of course is always followed by hysterical screaming from Lizzy.

One night, earlier this week, James was gone, it was bedtime, and my nerves were frayed. Logan had taken off his hat for the night, and of course, Lizzy got her hands on it. Reacting as he normally does, Logan quickly reclaimed what he thinks belongs to him. Lizzy's screaming was a little too much for my frayed nerves.  I confiscated the hat and told Logan that the hat does not belong to him, it belongs to me. As punishment for being mean to Lizzy, he was not allowed to wear the hat the next day. If I thought Lizzy was crying hysterically, I was wrong. Logan's crying trumped hers.  He tried to argue with me about wearing his hat, but I kept insisting that he would not be allowed to wear the hat the next day. As his last resort of an argument, he said, through snot and tears, "but Mom, if I don't wear my hat, I won't be me"!

Somehow Logan still managed to be himself the next day, but his hat wearing resumed without fail the day after.

Look! He's hatless!