Cheers to the moms

She's ALIVEEEEEEE!  No really, I am.  Life is just too fast moving for me.  Most days I think, "Oh maybe I'll drop a line on the ole blog today," and then, suddenly, the day is gone, T is home and he so good looking and distracting, and then it's 9:30pm and I can't keep my eyes open for another second... ok, maybe 8:30.

Anyway, good thing you have missed next to nothing in this mundane moma's domestically joyous life.  Baby Shane's mobility is certainly the most exciting this that has happened around here.

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MOBILITY!

Also, there was this hilarious dance party.

Other than that nothing too exciting.

I have, however, come to the conclusion that we momas sometimes have a thankless job.  Being  mother to two crazies of my own, I know my own poor mother was horrifically under-appreciated by yours truly.  I mean seriously, those spiral peeled, cored apples are a labor of love.  Also, clean floors in the bathroom - I really took those for granted, let me tell you.  R-doggie might be potty trained, but damn that kid needs to work on his aim.  Or how about dinner?  Warm, nutritious meals in the dining room every night (**almost), that is how you should know that I love you.   But you would have preferred pizza?!  EAT.THAT.DAMN.BROCCOLI... Oh, oh and how about that bedtime story (or 20) when all a woman wants to do is fall face flat onto her pillow?  Moms do a lot and usually pretty happily.  After all, this is a chosen profession.

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So, even though I know you were happy to do it (**mostly) and even though it is, perhaps, over due by 30 years or so, thank you Barbara Alyce Terkelsen.  Thank you to all you momas out there loving your crazy kids and annoying significant others.

You kick ass.