My kids have been mad at me this week for various reasons, including, but not limited to:
- not making what they like for dinner
- asking them to clean their rooms over and over again
- not spending $17 on a song download so they (she) can better memorize the fifty states and their capitals for a test on Friday. $17? What? (anyone have ideas on how to remember these?)
- not letting them watch FROSTY until their homework was done
- making them practice the piano and fill out their practice charts correctly
Yep, I guess I'm the mean mom. But I saw this yesterday on our patio table:
Apparently, somebody still loves me. And not just the 2 year old, unless he secretly knows how to write.
My mom (on the right- about age 4) is fabulous! 
She is beautiful inside and out. And talented. Wow! She sings, she teaches, she performs, she plays the piano.... She taught me the value of red lipstick and the value in saying "fabulous!" 
She loves her family. Selfless is her middle name. I cannot count the occasions where money was spent on a new dress for me, which meant she could not afford one for herself. I'm pretty sure she wore the same dress to church from 1979-1982. And looked good doing it. 
She is ever eager to swaddle grand babies in her arms - she can magically calm even the most fussy and irritable baby, with her gentle touch. And the adoration is not limited to the infants. She is a hands-on Nana: always reading stories to, or doing puzzles with, her grand kids who are ALL charmed by her. How DOES she do it? 
Happy Birthday MOM! You're the best! We love you. 
check out the shirt my dad made for my mom. It is emblazoned with photos of all 10 grand children's names that he found in real life: street signs, NY stores, restaurant names, etc.
