HMD

Let's face it.... at the risk of sounding like a pouty child, I am going to throw this one out there. Hopefully it doesn't sound like it as you read on, but I hope you stick with me here.

I am going to be brutally honest, and I hope that I don't come across as a little black rain cloud, because I am not trying to be one. But this is relevant, so stick with me. I don't like mothers day. There- I said it. That's right. I don't. I did when I was a kid, because I had the best mother in the whole world, and there are a lot of days when I just feel like I don't measure up. Granted my mother had her flaws, and maybe she yelled a lot more than I remember her doing, but overall I would give her a "10". And I miss ehr a whole lot... probably more than I can articulate. That's why I don't like Mother's Day. Certainly my children did a great job in making my day a happy one... I was in Billings, MT early Sunday morning, and flew back only to have my phone ring in the car on the way home.... it was Braxton.

"Mom, can you stop at the store on your way home?"
"Why son, what do you need?"
"Nothing mom, we just aren't ready for you to come home yet. "
"Okay son, I will drive around for a while. Call me when you're done."
45 minutes later....

"Okay mom.. we're almost done..."

This was the best part of my day:

Addie made me the cutest picture that she sewed at school, and the corsage that Braxton made me (wrapped by Addie and Brax in paper and band-aids, because they couldn't find any tape). My husband bought me a beautiful necklace and an outfit that I love, and Jack.... oh, Jack. The card with his handprint and picture on it brought tears to my eyes and made me forget the stinging that my heart felt all morning. Thanks my little family... thanks.


Oh, and by the way... Happy Mother's Day, mom... I love you.

This is what happens when...

you leave your camera within a child's reach. No, age doesn't matter, and I believe that even threats of broken arms or legs don't either. As I was uploading my recent pictures, I came across the following and wondered if I had taken to drinking, or if the camera had been hijacked.

For the record, it was the latter... now if you'd pass me my vodka tonic, please.
Oh... it's a JOKE!

I'm seeing spots!

You'll remember this little number?


Well, here's the picture I promised. Note her forearms and neck, if you can.



Priceless. I love this kid... she's a hoot!

Melting cupcakes

I decided that I haven't gained enough weight lately, so I thought it might be a good idea to make something else that would help in this endeavor... funfetti cupcakes. Yes, with strawberry icing. Yummy! Really, I am just trying to put on sympathy weight for Pam, but I think I may have gained more weight than she has, and in a few weeks, she's gonna have something to show for hers! Me, I'll just have a bruised ego when I am done. But, I digress.

I ran out of batter about 4 empty cupie cakes early. My mothers voice was screaming its usual warning in my head (just like it did when I was a kid) to make sure that I filled up the empty cakemolds with water for an even bake. When finished the cakes looked like this:


Yes, you will note the rust in my el cheap-o cupcake pan. Well, Braxton comes in a few hours later and screams, "MOM!!! Hurry come here!!! The Cupcakes melted!!!"

I did not try to explain to him what had happened, but instead grabbed my camera to promptly take a picture. I knew that was indeed, a bloggable moment. Come to think of it, I still don't think he knows that the secret to evenly baked goods is a little water in the empty cupcake molds.

El Burrito

My children love it when I roll them up right before bed. Many times I will hear from a darkened and long silent room:

"Mom..... can you.... do the burrito?"




And truthfully, I love it.

April Fools. . . on me!

So my darling daughter thought that it would be funny to play a few practical jokes on some of our neighbors. (By the way, I have NO idea where she became aware that it is funny to do things to other people that live on our street. I have NEVER heard of such a thing!)

So she found a baby shower invitation and filled it out for some made up person and delivered it to Pam. She thought it was a delightfully funny joke. Then she gets this idea to cover herself in large, red dots as if she has some measles-like disease. Then she would run over to Cathy's house to expose all of her children to this disease, as seen here:





I thought it was a pretty standard April Fools Joke. Heck, I think I did something similar when I was that age. At any rate, all was well until the next morning when we were running late for school and realized that Addie was a spotted mess. So we rush through the shower, only to find out that the marker she picked out was not budging. It was a non-washable marker. So after convincing her that it would wear off (and trying to remove it with everything under the sink- including bleach and the magic eraser. . . I know, but she was fine) she was off to school.

The best part of my day was yet to come. Why you ask? Because at 10:30 my phone rang. It was Addison. Spring School pictures and whole class pictures were that day, unbeknown to me. Yup, I am NOT lying. What a GREAT day to take a picture. And yes, I will be buying the whole package, since it will come in handy later in her life, perhaps when she's dating. I will post the picture as soon as I get it.

Eee tin coo keees

Jack found a new favorite snack. I bought these for Gilly the other day, and found Jack on the table the next morning- - - going to town!