Sadly, Thomas' Molly lost on Jeopardy tonight, in a nailbiter of a game. Thomas didn't register it at first and, thinking she had won after a comeback from third place, leapt higher in the air than I knew he was capable of. He ended up in a crumpled heap when he realized she had lost, holding his head and moaning "no, Molly, NO."
He may need therapy. On the other hand, he spent a good portion of time today playing on some trivia app on his tablet. He was destroying people in math word problems, when he came up with a new opponent: Raj Kumar from India. "Oh man," he said. "I'm screwed. He's from India." Until he destroyed him, too. He moved on to General Trivia, where I think he was practicing for his own stint on Jeopardy where, he claimed, he will catch Molly's eye. Oye VAY the boy takes a cute smile seriously. I had a proud moment though, when he asked me what Coco Chanel's first name was (Gabrielle). Gotta love a boy who asks even ONE question about classic designers.
I may have to put him back in the will.
And, in another happy thought, Jillie sent me this:
I have no words. The preview photos from the wedding are beyond gorgeous, but this one says it all. Her response? "This is probably the one day of my life that I didn't have mud under my nails." Archaeologist, dontcha know.
I just look at it and think to myself, THIS. This right here makes it worth the fact that she screamed through her first year of life, didn't sleep through the night till she was four, and made me absolutely insane for a while when she was 18. This brought things full circle. I love you, Pretty Gurl.