Middle Aged

I just found a To Do list in my badge holder at work. It had listed on it Spanx and Strapless Bra.

I must have had something really exciting planned.

Dear Dogs…

I found this among a bunch of papers in Niamh’s room the other day. It was like finding treasure.

I love finding her notes and cards.

I love that she is writing to our two dumb dogs.

I wonder if she really thinks they can read.

I wonder if she ever gave them the card and it just ended up back in her room.

Would she have given it to Fred or Gus? Gus would be the one I’d think could read if I was 7 years old.

Have I ever written about when I was Niamh’s age and thought that our dog, Gypsy, was my grandfather reincarnated? I had never even met my grandfather. Obviously, I wanted to know him in some capacity.

I wouldn’t get undressed in front of my dog when I thought he was my grandfather reincarnated.

Kids are weird.

This note wasn’t dated but it looks like it was written when the dogs were neutered and had to wear cones.

This was the envelope.

Dear Dogs, I know that you want to get your cone off but I can’t do anything about it. Love, Niamh

This was the surprise drawing behind the little yellow sticky note.

Adorable stuff.

Hello, Beautiful

Hi, Niamh. I haven’t forgot about you on this here little bliggity blog. You’re in school. You’re learning all about Eleanor Roosevelt and Eggs…en espanol, no mas! Summer break is just a week away and I’m ready to spend more time with you. I don’t get to see enough of your big green eyes, rosey posey lips, and cute choppy bangs. You’re beautiful. I Love You, You Little Turd.

P.S. That’s Not Real Money

Everywhere we went today Finn would say, Mama, if you want to save money, you can’t buy stuff.

I’m tired of hearing it. Its now almost 6pm and he just said it to me again as I was ordering pizza for dinner.

How’d you like catsup with broccoli and greek yogurt for dinner? Huh, Mr. Rational.

Who taught you to budget, anyway? Sure wasn’t me.

Geez, step off, Buddy. I’ve sold your toys for cash before, and I’ll do it again.

Punk’d

I made Finn a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch and charred the heck out of it.

That’s the very first time I’ve ever burned grilled cheese, it was really weird.

Instead of just toss it, I thought' I’d serve it to Finn and see what he did. I had a back up grilled cheese ready, just in case tears started to flow.

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True to Finn form, he was sweet. True to Finn form, he’ll eat anything.

I’m thinking of trying the same little experiment with Niamh but I’m pretty sure she’d send the sandwich back to the kitchen, fire the cook, and fire the waitress. In this case I’m the cook and the waitress so it would be like serving a double life sentence.