May is the cruelest month. Just kidding, but it is the most packed.
Last week, in addition to the construction, liposuction, meeting Danielle, impromptu adult slumber parties, and Colorado Pole Championship, it was also Loony and Itchy’s birthday and Mother’s Day, all in a row. A holiday trifecta if you will.
I was not in top condition for any of these events.
Loony is super easy when it comes to his birthday, he’s happy when something is done for him but he doesn’t sweat it if nothing special happens. He might have the healthiest relationship with his birthday of anyone in this house.
We went to the Rayback Collective with a friend, he had some beer and tacos, it was all good.
Itchy, on the other hand, falls apart on his birthday. He didn’t completely melt down this year (thank god) but he was hard to please. I know that he will eventually come around and enjoy himself if I give him enough time and space and don’t make a big deal out of it.
We went onto campus for a science show in the morning but – oops – I got the date wrong so the kids got soaked in the UMC fountain instead.
All Itchy wanted was Thai food and to see Guardians of Galaxy Vol. 2 in the theaters. Done.
And contacts. He wanted contacts.
Mother’s Day came next and I woke up to this lovely display …
Itchy is all about shrines so he made one for me.
The tenner was a nice touch.
Then my gals showed up with cheese, bread, mimosas, and fruit. It was so touching.
Bina organized it and I felt so loved and appreciated. I got to see Sideboob before she leaves (again) for (yet another) European trip. I swear I’m going on the next trip with her.
I got the nicest text from a fellow mom friend …
She and her husband are really wonderful people. They are smart, creative, they have an amazing daughter who is Itchy’s age (and I hold her child in the same regard as she holds mine) and they love to cook. They are the kind of people you ask to character reference because they exude stability, decency, and education.
They also are great cooks and I’ve been dreaming of home made ramen.
I brought totchos the first time I went over to their house for game night …
While totally delicious, it didn’t fit with the shaved fennel and grapefruit salad that Lynn made. I realized I had to bring my A-game.
They love to have game nights which I’m warming up to. I mostly enjoy the company and the creative and calm vibe in their house. Alan likes to play records and they have an impressive collection of vintage pinball machines. They are what I aspire to.
They have a daughter, a really cool tomboy who is into science, the oboe, Japanese culture, couldn’t care less about makeup and clothes (case in point, the boys got soaked during a water balloon fight so they wore her clothes home, standard sweatpants and t-shirts, just like them) and is always creating.
The boys reacting to Szechuan peppercorns.
I couldn’t comfortably partake in their game of choice (it required kneeling on the floor) in my condition so I watched with amusement.
The next day Ev brought over this lovely little cake for me, thoughtfully downsized to be just the right size for my family and not large enough to undo my lipo efforts.
It’s one thing to be acknowledged by my kids, I cherish their words and efforts. But it’s entirely another thing to be acknowledged by women I respect, fellow mothers who set a high bar for parenting.
And also to be acknowledged by the young women in my life who come by, share themselves with me and let me be a part of their lives and honor me by wanting to hear what I have to say.
Chance brought Danielle to our door and I am delighted to add this lovely heart to our family. She lives in Florida but after the weekend we spent with her, we insist she come back.
I found these two memes on the internet. Together they reflect the highs and lows of motherhood, especially when you look at the context which is always, and forever, humor.
Oh, and this happened …
No fanfare like when I started blogging and WordPress celebrated every post I wrote. I happened to find this in my stats counter. 800 posts is a lot and I’m proud of it.
Now if I could only get that one more follower …