My mom and I eating cupcakes in Central Park.
My mom and I getting ready ready to go to a party.
My mom telling me to fix my clothes…
My mom adjusting my clothes…
I am convinced that my mom and I look nothing alike, what do you think?
I am actually nothing like my mom, by the time she was my age (23) she was about to be married and could run an entire household.
I can barely dress myself.
When I was little, I chucked a wooden toy at my mom and gave her a black eye. Don’t worry she got back at me that winter when she was zipping up my coat and managed to catch a bit of my chubby neck.
I am sure the black eye hurt more.
When I was little, I was so happy to have my own mom that when my baby brother was born, I asked my mom where his mother was and when she was going to come pick him up.
Twenty years later she has still not shown up, I guess I will share.
Even today my mom and I are scaring the crap out of each other from staying up late at night taking about ghosts and witches, to jumping out from behind closed doors as the other one is walking by.
Maybe one day I will be able to dress myself and make fabulous meals like my Mom does
Thanks Mom for being a dedicated blog reader, Happy Mother’s Day!
But really, what are we having for dinner?