Happy Mom's Day!!

Happy Mom's Day to you Geze, Mom, Lauren's Mama, Razor, Wabbit, and all the other Mom's out here on the board. I am certain I have missed some...forgive me as I am busy watching my 5 year old Small Fry unmake my freshly made bed.

I was hoping to be off today, since the only Mom's Day I actually have ever had off was when I was on maternity leave...but such as life, I must get my arse to the studio, there are family's that want to be photographed today...oh well...

Remember you do not have to be perfect to be Mom, just be their Mom (thanks Corrie...I still love that)...on that note, this Mom in a t-shirt must get in gear and get going...and to my little man, who is the light of my world, I LOVE YOU...and I am so lucky for being your MOM...and to my Mom, whom I love to aggravate and be frankly honest with...MOM I LOVE YOU...Happy Mom's Day to you MA (that will get her going...really pi$$es her off when I talk like I am from Philly...not that she will read this blog!)

and my day has truly been made, as Small Fry pauses for a mere second looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes and says....

I LOVE YOU MAMA!!!

now back to the jumping and whatever 5 year old boys do...or back to regular scheduled programming!

Have a FANTASTIC day!

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE TYLER, WAYNE AND TY PLEASE STAY!!!!!!!!!

dook does not beg often, frankly quite used to getting what I want...but, you three simply are not finished as Tar Heels, and you need to stick around and finish your college careers!

See what my blog caption says....listen to dook, when she speaks, she's always right. I am not going to get into my reasons for such selfishness, but honestly, these guys should wait, the draft pool is saturated, and if they stick around and hone in on developing more as players for another year, just imagine the prospects they will all have.

After your ankle injury Ty, frankly, you need to nurture that in the arms of the Tar Heel medical team. Get another year on that ankle, then you will be ready.

Tyler...Psycho T, what can I say, your presence which dominates in the paint is required for as long as you are eligible to play college ball...plus, I think you are one of those kids who value education and will ultimately finish up your degree (PLEASE SAY I AM RIGHT!!!)

Wayne, you really stepped up this year, had the spotlight on you, stick around with your team mates and help our Tar Heels bring it home!!!!!!!!!

This afternoon, I threw small fry his party for his 5th birthday. We had it at a local park, and the kids played, then used clay to make random things, and boy do I mean random. Grandpa grilled up some hotdogs. We had a pinata, which surprisingly with a bunch of 5'ish year olds whacking at it with a stick, it's still in tact. The kids rode the old train and carousel had a decent time. I gave them their goody bags and pumped them full of sugar from the cake.

My frustration stems from the great toys my son received as gifts. For those of you who have kids, you know where I am going...the same frustration arises Christmas morning, while your child is impatiently awaiting for you to open the package, that apparently is more secure than Fort Knox...and the frustration that you find while opening these packages is rather similar to that of going on a quest for the Holy Grail, and bumping into the French, who are taunting you -- all the while saying that they have a Grail...

Okay, so we get home this afternoon, I am putting things up, and he comes into the kitchen, Mommy, can you open this PULEEEZE??? to which I did two things, first I looked at how complex the packaging was, and then I said, sweetie, Mommy is busy, can you play with this....

A few moments later, I found myself in the foyer surrounded by cool, but inexpensive toys...and I begin digging into the packages. The tape they use on these things to secure the box, could seal the Space Shuttle for it's entire voyage....for a million years. Once you get the package open, you encounter these plastic coated wires, with a plastic anchor...you must twist these little wires - which by the way are usually under the toy or on the back...very hard to maneuver and undo them. Then some of these little toys have clear rubberbands twisted around said item...it takes me a good while to get through all his toys, and then I look up to my Mom, and say, some poor person in a third-world country probably got paid 25¢ in a month to twist these stupid things...not to mention all this crap is bad for the environment.

Here's a suggestion for your next round of toy opening with a child...scissors or pocket knife handy, as well as wire cutters, they work amazingly well.

Shoot, the wire cutters were just there in the cabinet...why did I make myself work so blasted hard...

My Mother is here...sense the excitement in the tone of that statement? I do love her I really do, but after all, she's my Mother...

On to the topic at hand. Mom found out last summer that I had things in my bedside drawer other than a toenail clipper, books, lotion, the normal stuff. She was shocked, I think, or maybe she just acted that way. Anyhow, Mom has been single for quite some time, and there is not any sign of her having any male friends knocking on her door, as she's not interested any more...so I offered to pick her a little something up. I mean, seriously, how many daughter's are one this open with their Mom's, and two would offer such a thing....she declined my offer...and has never ever brought it up since.

Today, we were straightening things up downstairs, she came across this zipper bag...Is this yours? I replied, yep, has my adult toys in it...her jaw hit the floor! I had to tell her Mom, am just joking, they are upstairs in my bedside drawer...