To my son, Danger Monkey, who woke up today and puked repeatedly. Not the best way to start your 6th birthday, but that’s how we roll.
Outside of spontaneous regurgitation, he’s a hard working young man with a sharp mind, soft heart and the charisma of a movie star.
You’ll go far, Danger Monkey. I love you. Happy Barfday!
I find a strange amount of joy in My Oldest Girl taking boffer swords to her friend’s party to “teach all those girls how to sword fight… FOR REAL.”
Best late night snack ever… Homemade pancakes (re-heated… I always make a triple batch and freeze the extras) with peanut butter (you don’t know what you’re missing, haters) and real maple syrup. Oh and three strips of local hardwood smoked bacon. It’s all so yummy and salty and sweet and gooey and wonderful.
As a side note, I may be PMS-ing.
