Today my mom posted this letter on the Disqus comments section of my blog. Since absolutely no one here will ever see it, I decided to post it here..
“So my new name is Grammy Pammy and I am the mother of a son who is exploiting his beautiful little baby girl on Facebook, Tanner Blog and this DISQUS. Appaently I never taught him never to talk to strangers. Ha! At first I thought it said DISGUST. Whatever, she is a real cutie, we are blessed to have Emi in our family.
So good to see familiar names on this blog, I will not hang myself today — I am glad you’re still here. John C — you always made me laugh, lavie-blem, were you the one who had a MUM? Can’t remember. So happy you all have remained friends across the miles.
Oh, Happy Day……………………
Grammy Pammy, a.k.a. My Mom Reviews My Photos
BIKE RAMP PAMMY
Me: Hey mom, what’s with the bike?
My Mom: I’m gonna teach Baby Bunko* to pop wheelies and what nots.
Me: Does dad know about this?
My Mom: He’s out back building my ramp as we speak.
Me: You should get a helmet.
My Mom: My fist is my helmet.
My mom is…
a) the most amazing hula hooper on the planet.
b) the absolute worst hula hooper in the universe.
c) an average hula hooper.
Answer: All I know is it’s definitely not “c”.
My mom on a moped, circa 2002.
Can your mom tame a moped? I doubt it. It’s all good though, she still knew how to make a baby, which I’d imagine is way harder than learning how to ride a moped.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the ladies who make babies!
MY MOM AND HER TWO FAVORITE THINGS
Toby’s grumpy face says it all… he’s a bit jealous these days.