First order of business - which will make the rest of this post seem really unimportant…
Thank you is not enough.
Update on May-May… the chica is healing well.
I could not agree more with the commenters who talked about how important it is that kids know how to behave around dogs. May-May did all the right things and this was not a normally dangerous dog. Make sure the little ones in your family know what to do, and please do the right thing if you are an owner.
And since my dearly beloved 50mm/ f1.4 lens is now officially “in the shop” (or rather in the estimating so we can find out whether it will cost $7 less to repair it than to replace it, or whether I should just go cry into my Cheerios right now department), most of this update will be brought to you courtesy of some super sekrit phone camera ninja skills.
Y’all remember the craziness that was Itty Bit’s birth, right? He was born one day before my birthday, and then Mother’s Day whacked us both upside the head the next day. (Bonus points if you can remember why the hospital staff was still talking about his birth months later).
So every year the middle of May is insanity.
We got knocked out with that crazy bug, so the kid missed his own school birthday party. Pitiful, no?
(And I am completely not apologizing for him being in a 5-point harness. Y’all saw the pictures of the wreck he was supposed to be in, right?)
He made up for it with a Mother’s Day/family birthday party.
Oh wait… I had to wake him up at Grandma’s house to blow out his own candles.
Here he was either falling back asleep, or listening to whatever the chocolate was saying to him.
(if it was the chocolate, he is definitely his mother’s son)
But we could tell he was finally feeling better after he cracked this smile:
Itty Bit would like you to know that his team name isn’t The Crappers.
And in the meantime, yours truly was kidnapped for her own birthday adventure.
Once I realized that the event involved a four-legged critter… and that my husband had helpfully packed my SKINNY jeans… I decided y’all should only be exposed to a photo that showed us at warp speed.
The skinny jeans really didn’t help after we hit up a local bbq joint. If it makes any difference, my mom and I split this plate. (Correction: we split about 1/3 of this plate, then rolled ourselves away).
And yes, the corn above is the same corn referenced below.
No I didn’t want to rub it anywhere. That chocolate cake however…
My captor and I giggled off the calories at a local shop.
A few days later, we regrouped for a “friend” birthday party at the famed bounce house where ahem “someone” tested the liability policy last year.
Afterward, there was the little matter of:
“Toys That Grandma Buys Always Land On the Roof”.
Then as you already heard… my body decided to wait until Mr. Daddy was working out of town – to catch Itty Bit’s bug.
Body, you suck.
But it meant that my mom could play superhero and she literally showed up in her pajamas and spent the night painting our bathroom.
What? Your mom doesn’t randomly finish DIY projects while taking care of you?
The paint ended up in some interesting places – including all over Itty Bit’s outfit, all over Grandma’s dog, and umm… seriously? HOW?!?!
Mr. Daddy returned home just in time to enjoy that awful bug himself. Somehow when guys finally cave into it, the world stops, right?
(I love you honey. Aren’t you glad I’m not grumpy when I’m sick? :)
So I made us some comfort food.
No, not creamed corn.
And would you believe I actually followed instructions because I was tired of butchering the brownies every time I tried to get them out of the pan? Except, God thinks it’s hilarious when I try to follow instructions.
For ease of serving, use a plastic knife and cut with sawing motion.
So I did EXACTLY that.
And couldn’t figure out why my poor brownies still looked like someone had taken a chainsaw to them.
Well, it didn’t say I had to WAIT for them to cool down before digging in.
And suddenly, that holy cow where has time gone event was upon us. Itty Bit’s (sob) Kindergarten Graduation.
If I could tell you how much I love Itty Bit’s friends – you’d understand why I want to hug the stuffing out of this one. He convinced Itty Bit that wearing glasses is cool. AWESOMESAUCE, this kid.
I must refrain from speaking about the actual graduation – otherwise you’d get retaliation pictures of all the people who broke rules and got into the building early to reserve 14 seats each so that the actual parents had to stand in the back and get craptastic shots like this:
Yes, my baby, the “N” had a solo and my poor lens couldn’t keep up from 2,391 feet away, thanks to all you seat hoarders.
The staff and teachers ROCK. Seat hoarders do not.
Not that I’m bitter or anything.
To get us back to happy - here’s a shot of Itty Bit’s Mother’s Day project.
Yeah, I totally bawled.
See his answer?
“If Mom could have one wish come true, she would wish for a baby”.
How that kid knows me.
(Though to be fair, HE talks about wanting a baby brother or sister far more often than I mention it aloud).
I’m still trying to piece it together, but the drawing is a pregnant me, with a baby on the conveyor belt at the grocery store.
I’m a little concerned about his understanding of babies… especially since Mr. Daddy told him how they are born.
And in closing, I’ll leave you with my new favorite:
What about you? Is May as crazy for you too?