H-A-P-P-Y
B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y
dear
old
mama……..
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In honor of her big day, we got the locals around the dinner table and followed it up with the envelope game (seen above) and presents.
Look at Dadio just loving the game!
Here I am with my onion goggles on. People laugh, but my eyes haven’t cried yet with them on! (They may laugh because I didn’t take them off all night.)
Dinner was a taco bar that yours truly put together that included pork tacos, cilantro sauce, chipotle sauce, homemade salsa, more fixins and Martinellis.
I had a berry cobbler on the menu, but before I got home from church, my mom was already in the kitchen whipping up her famous cinnamon rolls. I told her to stop because it was her birthday, but she said, “No…I want to surprise everyone else on my birthday.” That’s just like her — selfless and SUPER COOL!
We had the best time like we always do. I gave her a present that will be hard to beat (for her Christmas present)– I mean, look at that surprised and pleased face. I gave her my wedding album that I finally ordered and received after 5 1/2 years of being married. My bad. Her response, “You mean to tell me that my $3000 didn’t go to waste after all!” No you sweet little thing — it didn’t!
No wonder she was so happy — I looked GOOD!
Look at Ickity Dickity in the background. Apparently she didn’t know how good I looked.
Amidst all of the commotion and fun, there was one slight hiccup.
While all of the cousins were rolling down the stairs in the big red ball, Scout had a tumble out of the hole that sent him face first into the Travertine floor. It was a serious fall that busted up his eye, cut up his mouth and bruised up his forehead. He cried for a bit, but soon after became very mellow and just wanted me to hold him.
Throughout the evening his eye was getting darker and darker.
He finally feel asleep about thirty minutes after the ordeal, but because we were afraid he might have a concussion, I had to wake him up about every five minutes. I explained why I would have to do that, and every time I would stir him awake, he was so sweet and would say, “I’m alright mom…I’m okay, I’m okay.” Could you love a boy any more?
After some sleep and then a meal of only soft food (let’s be honest — his staples of tofu and quesadillas are always soft), he was up and ready to party. Apparently there is no stopping this boy. And I really knew that was true when he saw the big red ball the next day, and didn’t think twice before jumping right back in.
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Happy Birthday Mom.
I always love when people write things like “I have the best mom” or “my mom is perfect”, because I silently say to myself — you guys are a bunch of idiots, you guys don’t know anything ….come meet Fat Pat if you really want a taste of perfect!
Did your mom surprise everyone on her birthday with cinnamon rolls?
Probably not.
And if she did — they were probably disgusting!
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