He was born precipitately, before Dr. Sausage Fingers could get there. Charging out of me like a freight train, he has been one step ahead of me ever since. His fourth birthday party is tomorrow at 5:00 pm and I'm just as prepared for it as I was for his head to crown.
Ask me about the cake...
OH yeah, it's going to be fabulous. I'm making it. It's a train, of course and guess what? I haven't bought the pans or any of the usual cake baking essentials. I've bought no food to serve either.
Ask me about his gift...
Nope. I haven't bought the gift and no, I don't know what I'm going to get him.
Ask me about my house...
I haven't cleaned anything. I keep writing blogs and daydreaming and answering cries of, "Mama!" but I haven't managed to clean one room. Not one. At the moment, my house is like afterbirth; there is nothing pretty about it and I just can't figure out what to do with it.
*sigh*
3 comments:
Awwwwwww.
I love afterbirth.
Sounds like me. Hey Happy Birthday to your boy! My oldest has a birthday this coming Monday and I have done nothing either. I guess that's tommorrow, isn't it?
I'm sure he had a ball with a clean house or not (but I've never seen your house unclean... messy, maybe, but still smelly good clean). That's a great photo of him with the cake.
Happy Birthday Sam!
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