Road trip

Tia is on a road trip and stopped with her kiddos chez moi. We took one 'normal' and one 'silly', so of course you know which one is more interesting!

It feels weird.

Whaddya think, Ma?

You really don't want to know, dear.

Ah, the joys of motherhood. You just wait, all you parents out there who think, MY daughter would never get a tattoo! :-) At least it's small! Oh, and I'm filing this under "Incredible Feats of Motherhood" because I kept. my. mouth. shut.

Recital

Tonight Moses (my son....well that's not his real name but it's a long story) had a private piano recital. He did fabulously well. I felt sorry for the friends who didn't make it; we had 7 total strangers come because they had heard him at the general student recital and had wanted to hear him again. That was gratifying! He played 7 songs, from Georgia on My Mind to Moonlight Sonata, for a 30 minute recital. His teacher commented that a junior college recital for piano majors lasts 30 minutes... Pretty good for my 15 year old!

I know it's not a great photo, but if I'd been trying to arrange a great shot, I'd have made him nervous. :-)

Mother of the Year

OK, I have never won it. Haven't even been nominated. And based on the effusive adolescent gratitude I get around here, I probably never will be nominated. But if getting up at 4 am and making these divine morsels doesn't get me a nod, I don't know what will. Raw milk, a pound and a half of Irish butter, cane sugar, freshly milled organic flour, all baked to mouth-watering perfection (though my picture here is of them rising). Breakfast of champions, indeed. This was actually in honor of my son's 19th birthday today...happy birthday, Grayson!