Friday, July 29, 2011

If you want to know how old I am, ask my kids.

I have thought about not writing this post, but because I haven't posted in forever I figure I should post something. I have no intention of writing a birthday blog post about myself but instead I will show you what my family gave me for my birthday.

First, do you know how excited you used to get when opening your presents? The thrill of discovering what was inside the box, bag, paper, or under the sheet. Yes the sheet. You know for the gift that was way to big to be wrapped in paper or those times when there was no paper. Well I have to say that my excitement pales in comparison to Torans. She was so funny. I was opening the present and she was crawling out of her skin with excitement. I went slower to drag out that excitement. It was more fun to watch her than to open the clock for my wall that I have wanted for months and months and could never justify buying. She was a hoot to watch. And the clock looks totally awesome.













Next, my super mom box. I made a super dad box for Dan for father's day (big hit) filled with his fav snacks and such. We renamed and labeled everything so it has super hero like. You know, sunflower seeds were x-ray vision drops, bottle of root beer was super hero juice, beef jerky for times when there is nothing to eat at the fortress of solitude, and so on. Well I got my own super mom version for my birthday. P.S. I love the stamp, artwork by Toran.









My favorite are the bars of invisibility, to sneak out unnoticed. Man can you imagine how much we could make if we could actually market that? I'd be rich!








The x - ray vision drops for finding the fib in half the time. Could have used those years ago. I also (already) enjoyed the sanity in a bottle - diet coke. Ya that was tasty.






But as awesome as all of that is, the cake topper is "a night alone away from the fortress of solitude". What mom doesn't want that? A whole night to myself, what to do, what to do. Sleep, watch TV, flip the channels, eat veggies with out rude comments or the kids wanting them. Hmmm, the possibilities. Happy birthday to me!

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