Mother’s Day book
A little book that Kiddo put his heart and soul into making for me for mother’s day. He kept his backpack “hidden” in the garage all weekend until the big day.
Enjoy. I certainly did.


If he remembers my exact age when he’s only 7, what are the chances I can trick him into thinking I’m younger as he gets older? prolly not so much.

I asked him what this meant. He said it was from when we made personal pizzas one night. I told him his looked really good and teased him that I would eat it all up. I might have also taken a little bite of his.



One of my favorite pages.


I’m not sure how to interpret this one. It feels special because I never clean? Or because I can never shut up after it’s clean, what with all the commenting “Look how NICE the house looks!” “don’t you just LOVE it when the house is clean like this?” Look, I’m not trying to make it special… I’m trying to trick him into loving to clean. Either way - my other favorite page.

The secret surprise was a foot rub.

I’m so glad I have the scanner - who knows where the book could end up, at least I have a copy online that I can keep.
