I had already been awake for a couple of hours before I remembered what today was. I drove past a building with the flags at half-mast and then I realized it was September 11. It's strange that this day could even pretend to be normal. I had a good cry with Oprah this afternoon while she interviewed some of the children of 9/11. Deena Burnett was there with her three girls. What a gracious, beautiful family. I've thought a lot about what I wanted to say about this day, but I haven't come up with anything worth writing. I wish it had never happened. That's all. But please do not miss this story on Nancy's Monablog. Wow.
I'm going to completely change gears now. I feel compelled to discuss my son's unexplainable obsession with his Crocs. Now, his mother wouldn't be caught dead in Crocs. No offense. I know how much people love them. I had been seeing some toddlers in them and they were just so ugly, they were cute. The shoes, not the toddlers. Then my friend Melissa sent some to Jackson and they were a couple sizes too big. Jackson loved playing with them so much that his granny and I bought him some in his current size. Well, his granny made the purchase while I supervised. Since then he has basically not taken them off his feet. If he's not wearing them and he happens to see them laying somewhere, he eagerly brings them to me and whines "Mommy! Mommy!" Then he plops down on the ground and holds his foot up in the air. Today he found both pairs - the ones that fit and the ones that will fit in a couple months - and he could not, would not understand why he couldn't wear both of them at the same time!
Here are some pics for the grandmas. This was the night he got his first basketball goal. I really whined about it because it's both big and ugly, and let me just tell you how bad I need another big and ugly toddler toy in my house. Wouldn't you know, he LOVES it. He is his father's child. Behold, Air Jackson.