1. I told Adler last week that on Mother's Day, he had to work really hard to be good all day and that he had to treat me like a queen. Then he told me, "you know what else we do on Mother's Day? We eat candy." Sneaky little guy.
2. Is it morbid that I am really worried because I don't have any good pictures of myself that someone can give to authorities in case I get kidnapped? I am stressed that they are going to put a picture of me up on one of those posters where I am looking cross-eyed or in mid bite of some cake or something.
3. I am positive I have gained back every measly ounce I have lost over the past few weeks this weekend alone. (I count ounces as those pounds don't come off as quick as the ounces do!). Eric made his famous manicotti for me yesterday and basically all it is is fat stuffed in torillini-yum!
4. Happy Mother's Day a little late to all my favorite mothers out there, especially you, Mom!