Every several years, poor Jody's birthday lands smack in the middle of Mother's Day. This is the first year we've had to "share" our special day, which translates into nothing really gets done because we're both using our trump card to get out of doing anything. "I bathed Ava because it's your birthday, so you get to bathe Taylor since it's Mother's Day." Or, "I'm getting takeout from a fancy restaurant (aka - Olive Garden, we're classy) for your birthday! Oh, but because it's Mother's Day, I'm going to need you to pick it up. Oh, and could you grab Taylor a happy meal while you're out? Thanks." God bless my husband for having a great sense of humor today, and for giving me all I really wanted for Mother's Day - some quiet time to read a book. And for letting me bathe and fix my hair on a Sunday. That's a rarity in my world. Happy Birthday Mr. Robinson!
I haven't taken any new pics in the last week, so here's a regurgitated photo of the two little reasons that I get to claim one Sunday a year that is riddled with absurd excuses for my laziness.
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