here and there

it's necessary to post happenings. 

 i take photos and think, "this will be a fun blog post" and then i forget. 

 or lose the time.  is it possible to lose time?

then i sit here and look through all of my photos. 

i'm in over my head.  i'll never get caught up.

unless ....

... i share brooklyn's awesome owl report now.  she was proud.  i was relieved.  homework sucked when it was my own.  it sucks even more now that it's not my own yet still, i end up having to do it.

then there was that one day my big brother had a big birthday.  we ate dinner in the city.  it was delish.  what was that place called? olive bistro. i think.  

after dinner we met up at my baby brother's new place.  his wifey has made their new house a home. it's beyond cute and cozy.  

while there, we had cake and ice cream like grown ups do.  we even sang happy birthday less candles.  the party pooper refused to blow out his pretend candles.  

my slice of cake was regrettably sizable. oh, belly ache! 

mother's day happened too.  

the kids brought me my favorite breakfast in bed.  

they gave me all sorts of handmade gifts including this one from cayden.

i'll humor with the contents which consist of "facts" about the mystery person (me):

clues

she is 30 years old.

she is 5 ft 8 inch tall.

she weighs 148 pounds.

her favorite food is salad.

she likes to wear running shoes.

while i'm at school she watches kids.

she doesn't like to buy video games.

when she is happy she runs.

good guess!

it's YOU mom!

if i could give my mom anything in the world, i'd give her running clothes

if my mom had her own movie it would be called mrs. healthy

if my mom was a super hero, her name would be  healthy women

if my mom had a flower named after her it would smell like chicken

if i could invent something to help my mom, it would be a money maker

the last page included six to-be-cut-out coupons for running shoes.

while most kids probably offered coupons for a hug or a kiss, my boy knows the true desires of his moms' heart.  i should probably be ashamed.

i hope, for the sake of the world, that there is never a flower named after me.

and yes, the boy actually asked me how tall i was and how much i weighed on some random day weeks ago.  i thought it was weird.  then i knew.  turns out he became concerned, "why do you weigh so much mom?  some moms were like 90 pounds."  i was like, "dude, YOU weigh 90 pounds.  that kids a liar."

here's another photo that made me think of mothers day.  "tickle me mom."  gladly. for soon, you won't be so small you can fit in my lap and you won't be so keen on chillaxin with mom on a sunday afternoon.

what else?  oh! for mothers day i ordered myself an apron and told my husband where he could find some measuring spoons that i wanted.  they're shaped like hearts and have "mom" engraved in each spoon.  naturally.

today i asked brooklyn if she'd mind taking a photo of me in my apron.  she said, "sure." and then proceeded, pausing after each click to say "now THAT one is cute!"  these are the two least blurry of the group.  

i wanted an apron because every time i knock on my neighbors door and she answer it wearing hers, it makes me feel inadequate.  i need to feel adequate.  i am MOM and i can cook stuff.

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