22 May, 2011

So far, so great.

It's my birthday. And as is with about half my birthdays, M is out of town. I've had a really nice weekend so far with the boys, though, and a good friend is coming over for coffee later. I slept in this morning and it looks like I've finally shaken the cold that's dogged me all week. This is the first morning I've woken up feeling good since Tuesday!

S has cleaned out the dishwasher and B came in this morning with a piece of peanut butter toast, a cup of coffee and the following (somewhat ramshackle) poem:

For Mama

I do not know wat I schuld have sead so I made you some coffe and bread.

Now it has come, the day, that its your Birthday.

Happy Birthday.

(Apparently he snuck out of bed last night to write this down. He had a whole story about a wild escapade to find a suitable pen. That kid cracks me up!)


Astrid said...

Happy birthday Betsy!! Your boys seems the sweetest ever :)

Laurie said...

Happy Birthday to You!
Make sure and save the poem. You'll look back later and smile.

christina said...

Funny, sweet boy. :-)

Sounds like you had a restful birthday - those are the best kind.

Anonymous said...

Well Happy Birthday! It's late because you are hopefully sound asleep right now. I can remember it properly! Hope you had a great day with the boys. Hubby owes you big time, wink.
Lisa in Indy