Monday, August 13, 2007

Mama Non Grata

This morning, I was having a cup of coffee and reading the paper. A thunk and the pitter patter of little feet let me know Conor was up.

"Is that a little snickerdoodle!?" I asked my adorable child as he walked in the kitchen rubbing his eyes.

He screwed up his face and scowled at me, "DADDY!"

Then he angrily marched into the bathroom where Dave was taking a shower and sat with him until Dave finished, got dressed and came back to the kitchen.

Happy Birthday to me, indeed!

5 comments:

Carroll said...

Ho! Happy Almost Belated then, Anita. I hope your day got LOTS better after that greeting :-)

OneTiredEma said...

Happy Birthday!

I am sorry you got the cold shoulder this morning...but I have to say that Miss M now seeks her daddy for the morning pee run. At 5:30 or so. I can't say I'm all torn up about that.

Anonymous said...

diaphragmatic breathing and humility should result in gratitude that the kid is alright. No biggie. That's life.

One day you'll prefer to have birthdays forgotten. I'm already there: soon to be 5 x 5 x 2.....arghhhh....... Ohmmmmmmm. :)

p.s. happy birthday.

gk

Anonymous said...

Happy late birthday, Anita!

Piratewench said...

Anita!!! Another weird similarity...my birthday is on the 10th!!! Happy Birthday to you!!!