One night last week, Valiant headed downstairs in the middle of the night. Buttercup heard him even before I did and started calling him by name. He didn't answer her, so she jumped out of bed (our bed, actually) and followed him to the front door where he was busily unlocking the door. She stopped him and said, "What are you doing [Valiant]?" He angrily replied, "I'm going to get Mom! You left her in the TREE!!" "Valiant, Mom is upstairs." "No, you said you left her in the TREE!" "No, Valiant, she's upstairs...go to bed." Valiant turned and headed upstairs to the bathroom and that was that.
(P.S. I don't think we need to discuss from which parent he inherited this little trait, okay?)
I have been dubbed "Superman" by my family and friends and the nickname stuck. I am using this blog as a way to keep in touch with my family back home in Eastern Washington as I work overseas for almost a year. UPDATED: Almost a year turned into almost three years. With the economy faltering, I've felt lucky to have this job, but it has been a challenge to keep our family upbeat and thriving with this separation.
After 20 years, we're apart for the first time. I'll be sharing our daily lives with Superman as a way to keep him up to date with life at home here in Eastern Washington.
At 19, our Prince Charming is the oldest of our three children and is on his way. Fiercely independent, Charming has finished college and has moved into his own place. Unrolling the kite string even further, we watch him bend, dip and soar with the currents of life.
At 14, Prince Valiant is our brave warrior, our dreamer, and our goof ball. Beneath all that, he's our observer and can knock you over with the things he notices about the world we live in.
The baby of the family, Princess Buttercup holds her own in the face of two older brothers and looks cute while she's doing it. We call her the animal whisperer because they just love her and she loves them. She is definitely the apple of Superman's eye and misses him a lot.