Word to Yo Mutha*

What I got from Garion for Mother's Day: a stuffed animal (from his collection), three pages of photos from his preschool memory book (need to sneak those back in before we lose them) and a beautiful necklace (pictured at left) that he made by drilling a hole through an enormous silver (plastic) coin and stringing it on a chain that I think he "found" in my jewelry box. On seeing this necklace, my brother remarked "oooh, Kerry, you got some bling!" 'Sright, bro.

Such was the craziness of the Mother's Day weekend, that I am just now, slightly, recovered enough to talk about it. My sister-in-law graduated with a doctorate in Physical Therapy on Friday so we went her way Friday afternoon to see if she could fix my sore foot. And to party a little. And to get talked into signing up for the Imogene Pass Run by her mom. (Note to self, need to avoid Nancy for approximately 30 days before June 1st if you are going to "forget" to sign up for Imogene).
We started Saturday by going out for breakfast with my dad who was in town for graduation. At breakfast, Garion asked Moses what a sinus headache is. Moses explained, complete with a quick consult of google (via phone) for a picture of a sinus cavity, to which Garion responded "you're giving me a headache" complete with eye rolling and head rubbing. The rest of Saturday was a whirl of cleanthehousegogroceryshoppinggetreadyformother'sdaydothelaundrychaos. I decided however, that since it was Mother's Day weekend I should not have to spend all of Saturday cleaning and that I would treat myself to a mani/pedi. Which is impossible to book at the last second on graduation weekend in a small town. So I decided to do it myself. And Garion thought it was a good idea, so we did him too. And Harley was not about to miss out on the action, so he laid down under my feet. Which is to say, that my mani/pedi did not go down quite as I had envisioned. But it was a beautiful afternoon for hanging out on the back porch and Garion sat and chatted my ear off for an entire hour while soaking his feet and waiting for his toenail polish to dry (clear on his fingers and pink and purple on his toes). Sunday we went down to my mom's house to celebrate and eat and take the canoe on its inaugural 2010 voyage. It was so windy that I think we spotted Dorothy and Toto and I'm certain I worked off most of the cheesecake I consumed that day just by paddling. At least, that is the story I am telling myself. Garion was less than enthused about the canoe (he remembers a certain windy day last summer when the canoe capsized) and pretty much informed Moses and me that he was done with us, he would like new parents now please, and why would we not just LET HIM OUT OF THE [explative implied but not used because this is from a 7-yr-old] CANOE? Because, it is Mother's Day and I want to go in the canoe, so dang it that is what we are going to do even if we all die from the misery of it. Garion also brought out the classic "why is there Mother's Day and Father's Day but no kid's day?" And did I say it? Oh, you bet I did: "because everyday is kid's day."

*This post was originally title "''Sup Homey?" My friend Stacy suggested that it should be titled "Word to Yo Mutha," and she is totally right.