Friday Funny

It's been a while since I've had a Friday Funny. This one took place about a month ago.

The setting is the dinner table.

Rick to Liam (5): You don't have to clean your plate. But if you want anything else to eat, you do have to eat all of your dinner first.

Liam: [sticking out his bottom lip and tearing up] Daddy, you make my heart broke!

Wordless Wednesday: Finally Able to Wear Easter Outfits, Thanks to Spring Weather

Dear John

Dear John, I mean Mr. Pollen,

I simply cannot carry on this way any longer. You have caused many a sleepless night with the running water faucet from the left nostril and the stuffed cotton ball on the right. You have turned my throat into ground chuck. You have caused me to eat Ricola throat drops as if they are Skittles. Because of you, I cannot step foot outdoors and you have caused my eldest child to be on an Albuterol high 24/7.

You claim that Zyrtec would be our happy pill, but it's just not cutting the butter. You make me want to gouge out my eyeballs, cut off my nose, and scratch my throat with a stick. I've contemplated moving into an oxygen chamber, but it will cost you greatly.

I see no other way than to say good bye.

Goodbye, John Pollen.

My Mom

They call her Didi. I call her Mom.

The very first memory I have of my mother is when I was about two or three years old. I was sitting on the bathroom counter, in front of the mirror of course, and she was standing behind me patiently taming my hair.

Another memory is when I was about 8 years old. Instead of making it to the bathroom to puke, I spewed all over myself and the family's favorite chair. She didn't yell at me. She calmly cleaned me and my mess up.

During the tough teen years, she was a constant shoulder to cry upon. During my college years, she quietly prayed me through major life decisions. When Rick entered our lives, she immediately began planning my wedding. When we learned of my infertility, she cried with me. With each failed adoption, she grieved with me. With each adoption, she celebrated with me.

But those are the major milestones. Day to day, I can call her at any moment for a laugh, a cry, a recipe, or a prayer.

She's my mom, my confidante, my coach, my counselor, my teacher, my best friend. I pray that I can be half the mom she is.

Happy mother's day, Mom.

Wordless Wednesday: Sandal Season

Not much longer and my feet will be as dark as my children

Tennis-something

I introduced the boys to the state of Tennessee a couple weeks ago.

Introduction means that I pointed to the map and said, "This is Tennessee." I just wanted to clarify that I did not physically take them to TN without telling you that we were taking a road trip.

We reviewed some other states for a few minutes before I pointed to TN and asked, "What is this?" To which Jack shouted, "Tennis ball!"

Tennis ball. Tennessee. "A" for effort, JMan.

Motherhood

5MinutesForMom is hosting a $1,000 Mother's Day Giveaway. I could have some fun with $1,000! To enter, I need to post one photo that explains what motherhood is to me.

The above photo is hands-down the best photo to explain my experience with motherhood. It was taken 5 years ago yesterday, the day I got Liam. My face shows the joy and peace I felt once I finally held my baby. Liam's posture shows how quickly we bonded/attached.

If you would like to try for the cash, go here for details. But you might consider splitting the prize with me!