I Do Not Like Them Sam I Am

St. Patrick's Day 2008
Poor Sofi was 4 then, and pretty worked up about trying green eggs and ham....
St. Patrick's Day 2009...
Poor Izzy wasn't quite into the day....she's not really a morning person, and did not want to be told to give them a try...
St. Patrick's Day 2010...

Everyone enjoyed....even my almost teenager. Next year, he'll be the one crying and groaning.
Not really my thing...but it's been a breakfast tradition since at least 2000. Food and books, what could be a better combination?

Yes, this is probably the last year that all 4 will be into my green eggs and ham literary breakfast feast.....case in point. Thirty minutes ago.

New Household rule...do not answer my rhetorical questions that are spoken to nobody in particular.

"Am I losing it?!" I said to MYSELF, in reference to an activity we missed on the calendar. Even with an iphone, and everything on my calendar online,it doesn't make a difference if I don't take the time to look at the calendar. It was a beautiful afternoon. I didn't need technology to tell me we needed to be outside sipping shamrock shakes at the park. We're not Irish, but I do indulge in shamrock shakes and green eggs and ham on the 17th of March each year. Ok, I do NOT eat green eggs and ham or shamrock shakes....I am vegan, and even before I made that switch, I didn't eat them. I just feed them to my children.

Back to losing it....

"No offense Mom, but I kinda think you are."

There you go...I have an almost teenager. My BABY is 5 feet 5 inches tall, and wears a size 11 shoe, with no sign of stopping for a long time. I am 5 feet 3 and 3/4 inches, ok, maybe I put the 3/4 inch in there. Once upon a time the 3/4 inch was there. The last time we measured, it wasn't. Am I shrinking too or is it just my brain?

I'm shopping for shoes. High heels. Comfortable, and wearable whenever I need my BABY to see that I'm still in charge, and not losing it. Once upon a time I used to be able to walk quite well on stilts. I'd practice now, but the stilts are at Dad's farm in Door County.

I think my BABY needs some stilts for his thirteenth birthday in July...and Mom here will show him how they are used. I may even be wearing them year round for the next 5 years to show my authority.....