|the better to carve you with, my sweet|
And cards made by the kids.
Those of you who have had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of one my girl's cards will appreciate the distinct luxury of unveiling its wonders.
But wait, what's this shit?
|Okay. This is acceptable. No joke.|
|Girl of my heart.|
|Aw. It's been my distinct pleasure, son.|
You've also done some pretty stellar card writing in your day, kiddo.
Once out of bed, the celebration continued
|check. check. check. check. check. Yes, that is all the things.|
If anyone needed to wipe their hands, we were all set:
We enjoyed a lovely and leisurely day around the compound, then in the afternoon we took ourselves on a little hike to the highest point in San Diego
|Not that point|
|It's not nice to give your mother such heart attacks on Mother's Day.|
|We made our way back down as the sun started to set|
|Then we went here for dinner, even though this is a photo from when my boy and I went to the same place last week. Ramen. Yum.|
|God Bless Tom Carvel and his tiny cakes|