Let's kick it off with an Emerson picture. Because he's Emerson. There are cheeks and drool and all the things that make me want to chew on him. Shea's always telling me "Stop eating the baby." Whatever. He's tasty.
Our second offering today possesses a certain humor to it. Note the girl child wearing marker eye shadow, surrounded by clutter and wearing a shirt covered in noodle-o's saying I rock. Some days not so much.
Last night at dinner, Greeley said something about how I'm her only mother. Rich has been trying to convince me for years that I should let him start a harem. ("Polygamy: Let's Give It A Chance.") So, he says something to Greeley, asking her if she wants to add another mom. And Atlee, my sweet Atlee, says, "Yeah. Maybe if we add a couple more moms, I could finally get some service around here." I'm considering cancelling her birthday this year.
***Edited to add- I went back and put the title in quotation marks to show it was the name of the shirt. Every time I see this post, I think it means MY mom rocks. MY mom totally does rock, but this post is about the silly shirt Rich bough that says I rock. For the record, MY mom totally does rock. ***