Homecoming Presents

Your father just came back from a week long conference in Denver. He went into a store while he was on his trip and found something that he thought would remind me of Prudence.

I don't care how you rationalize it, a "tick nipper" is never going to be a romantic, "I was thinking of you" gift.

There are days

when the only thing you can do is hope and pray that the brown stuff you are cleaning off the sink, the faucet, the cabinet and the wall is Nutella.

You can thank me now

When you're older, you'll see Mommy on the computer reading through various blogs and you will lose your belief that Mom is a uber creative person who comes up with all sorts of brilliant, creative projects and games at a rapid rate. (Let me have this one, guys. ) You will finally figure out that I glean through hundreds of blogs and pick out tutorials and ideas that we try around here much to the joy of the local hardware, craft and thrift stores.

But I have never, ever, made you guys wee baby headbands, bows or stick on frilly things to identify your sweet baby heads as girl or boy. EVER. Now that you are older and HAVE HAIR, I have made you hats and hair thingies (it's a word, look it up) to keep your bangs out of your faces but I never used double sided tape to adhere some bow to your noggin. This is the part where you say, "thanks, Mom".

Now- if I could just get Eleanor to stop cutting off her hair with every available sharp implement like she did yesterday, we would be all set.

Look what I made for you