The in-laws brought me these this morning per the request of M. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to mee-eee, happy birthday to me (in three days :-)
I hear MTV's "Sweet Sixteen" in my head every time I look at them and it makes me laugh. They smell absolutely wonderful, which makes up for the fact that I a) hate roses and b) hate pink roses. The comical part is that M specifically requested anything other than roses - I love that he knows me so well. And I love that when I said all I wanted was flowers for my birthday, he jumped right to it. Brownie points by the pan-full! (Have I ever mentioned how much I love that man?)
This morning when the in-laws called, they did the classic "Where are you? At home? Good, cause we're on our way there now." Which buys me exactly 22 minutes. I decided this morning that I am superwoman. In that 22 minutes I managed to finish nursing the baby, clear the kitchen, hide two baskets of laundry I have been thinking about folding for a couple days now, pick up all toys and baby clutter, take a shower, brush my teeth, find some non-wrinkled clothes, change the baby and find her a clean shirt. As I picked her up from the changing table, the door buzzer rang. Yes, this morning I was superwoman.
As requested by M, the following are completely unrelated pictures of E enjoying her new highchair/3-in-1 Booster Seat/whatever you want to call it. I like it, she likes it, I cook, she watches me and tosses her toys on the ground.
2 comments:
I'm with you--if you're going to go to all the trouble of buying me flowers, step away from the roses. Especially the pink ones. And yet, I have many in my garden. For whatever reason, they are allowed out there.
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