Before I write about Jessie's first birthday, I would like to document what it is like to have Ed as a son right now. Let's just say that we will be lucky to be invited back to the in-laws house again. The only thing he didn't do is write on the walls.
Yesterday in church, as someone was praying, I dutifully told him to fold his arms and close his eyes, as I did. He had his hand in his pants (he was wearing undies-upon his insistence- and has a fascination with scratching his bootie.) As I was concentrating on who knows what, Ed pulls his hand out of his pants and puts his hand by my face. "Here Mom, mell my pinger." Gross. So stinkin' gross.