Well folks, it’s my birthday. You know in When Harry Met Sally when Sally wails “And I’m going to be forty….some daaayyyy!” That day is now just one year away for me. Where did my life go? How did I become older than the oldest age of the main characters in When Harry Met Sally?
This all makes me feel like taking a nap.
Luckily for me, I got the most fabulous nap photos while Dan and the boys were baking my cake. Like any good father, Dan gave the boys the icing bowl to scrape, and they fell upon it like wolf pups, wielding beaters and rubber spatulas. You’d think this type of activity and its inevitable sugar rush would keep your children UP. We like to be different here.
I actually witnessed this in action, but the camera battery was dead and I missed making a video of Cormac’s arm slowly dropping the spatula to the ground. This happened in a matter of seconds, while Dan’s back was turned. William, ever the opportunist, was unfazed.
Having a twitching, snoozing toddler next to him only seemed to fuel his desire to consume the last traces of frosting from the bowl.
Cormac’s sleeping expression makes it seem almost as if he KNOWS he has lost his remaining share of the bowl.
William exacts his pound of
flesh frosting for past insults from his brother.
Happy Birthday to Mom!