This is the child that's going to give me gray hair and wrinkles.
This is the child that turns 7 years old tomorrow.
One moment he's sweet and adorable, organizing the toiletries in my bathroom.
The next minute he's screaming he hates us all.
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This is the 100-year-old family recipe caramel cake that I begged my mom to make for the above child's birthday.
The next minute he's screaming he hates us all.
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This is the 100-year-old family recipe caramel cake that I begged my mom to make for the above child's birthday.
A recipe that my sweet grandmother threatened bodily harm if anyone in the family shared it with others.
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This is the son who proclaimed that yesterday's haircut was a disaster.
He hates it and thinks he looks awful.
He hates it and thinks he looks awful.
The same son who asked me to help him remember to practice his trombone and brush his teeth.
And then when I do remind him to do these things, he tells me I'm bossy and pushy.
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This is the husband who perplexes me.
Who never reads my blog.
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And this, heaven help me, is me, fresh out of bed in the morning.
raw and uncensored thanks to Mama Dawg.
raw and uncensored thanks to Mama Dawg.
And this is something I just thought I'd throw in because I'm hungry, and they look good.
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