Smother's Day

The Pickle has been an awesomely challenging threenager as of late. She only seems to eat dinner for Cakes' daddy...it must be his commanding voice. Either way, she is in the mood for only her own agenda...which has been popsicles and playgrounds lately. Mother's day was approaching and I was thinking to myself that some vodker sounded good. I even had a poem in my head...

Roses are red,
Vodker is clear,
Eat your freaking dinner...
Before I lose my shit, dear.

It seemed grand in my head...and it's right up there with one of our new fave books {language}. But alas, I came down with an allergy-laden-snot-infested-virus...so a fancy mother's day was not in my future. Does anyone else watch The Goldbergs? I love it for several reasons - loved "Beverly" in Reno 911 and super-love her as the "Smother". She's always calling her kids "schmoopy" and mushy goodness. My sister mentioned once or twice that she thinks I will be a beverly-type in the future. Whatever...the Pickle's cheeks are so delicious and I will eat them up as long as she allows. When that comes to an end, I'll wait until she's asleep and smooch them. I can't wait until she's old enough to read this blog...mortification awaits - except my language is more than colorful, so she may be thirty before I leak the address to her. This Smother's Day was spent with a houseful of sickness, top ramen, and cartoons. It was pretty delish to smother my little monster with kisses - even snotty kisses. Who needs pedicures and mimosas? Well, I do...have you seen my toes? Alas, I wasn't up to it.

The only thing I wanted for Mother's Day (besides Pickle-love) was the muddy path that separates the Pickle from her BFF: Cakes landscaped. It was simple enough, I even scored free pavers to make the thing happen. I might have micro-managed the shit out of it...or I pulled a Papa Kirk and described how I thought it should be built. El husbando was inwardly rolling his eyes at me...but holy balls, he did it. And in record time...in fact, I've never seen him work so quickly. I feel like he's been holding out on me. All that pretending that he doesn't know how to do laundry or bathroom cleaning...hmm, might've been a ploy. At any rate, I rarely give him public kudos...so here's to El Husbando: thank you for putting the path together - it's magical and Pickle loves it!! xo