This past weekend, my mama, aka Nana Red came to visit with her BFF Anne Marie. They organized my linen closet and tucked the punks into bed so Loverpants and I could date each other. There was a coconut cake involved--it was fanceh! Nothing says loving like the folded fitted sheet and the free night of babysitting. Am I right? More and more, aren't you just so grateful for your mother? I don't know what your relationship is like with your mother, but I mostly discredited everything my own mother said until I was 24. Then I woke up from this haze in which I had all along mistaken her for someone hellbent on annoying me and Ruining Everything, and discovered that my mother is quite lovely, helpful, and sooo compassionate. I have had my battles with panic attacks in recent years and my mother has really loved me, I mean REALLY loved me through some patches of awful.

When I see how much my children love their Nana, I feel very squishy inside, and it's true that with love, the joys only multiply and the sads divide, and the coconut cake gets split so everybody gets a piece. But only if I remember to ask for a doggie bag (D'OH).

*** Chatta Children's Museum

Anne Marie and Little Man