Weekend Review

We went to our Mom's Club Egg Hunt on Friday.

As Boo would say, "Our dirt is growing!"

Bit is working on prop sitting.

Boo participated in the palm procession today at church for Palm Sunday.
It went a LOT better than the Christmas program at school.
This time when he saw me, he started smiling (instead of crying).

I came across this 'prayer' by actress/comedienne Tina Fey on Facebook this weekend. I couldn't help but laugh as I read it and by the end, I was crying. So, I thought I'd share some of it with you (I'm only sharing the parts that resonated with me. Some of it was a bit much...and I'll just leave it at that).

Tina Fey's Prayer for Daughters

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches...

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age...

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a $@#* in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.


“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.