Happy birthday, Mama!

Happy birthday to a fantastic lady! And seeing as it is her special day, today's blog is dedicated to my lovely mother. It's the least I can do. After all, she did kinda give birth to me and then raise my weird little self. Technically, this blog wouldn't exist if it wasn't for mother dearest.

What a shame that would be...

I could not ask for a better mom. Mine has provided me with so much love, support and therapy that so many people just don't receive enough of. I'm truly grateful and appreciative even if I'm not always entirely sure how to express that. (Hence, this blog.) For all the times you didn't murder me when I deserved it and calmed me down from stress-induced hysteria, this one's for you, Mama! I love you more than Maddie loves grilled cheese for breakfast.

If anyone deserves a day off, it's mother. And here in the Dawson house, we take birthdays seriously. One does not "do things" on one's birthday unless it involves eating copious amounts of cake and shredding gift wrap. Unless of course, you feel like dancing or partying like a wild thaang. It's your birthday and you get to do whatever the heck you bloody well feel like doing.

She's already got the presents out of the way and the chocolate mint beet cake I baked is just patiently waiting to be iced for its special debut later tonight. However, we're crossing our fingers over here that it doesn't turn into a lava cake since SOMEONE got a little over enthusiastic with the blender and may have neglected to properly drain the beets before pulverizing them with the spinning metal blades of doom. Oops.

If it doesn't turn out, I'm sure Dwight will still eat it.

We've got reservations lined up for a fancy French restaurant tonight and I know I'm getting pretty stoked for some escargot and crêpes. Yum! Maddie will probably have grilled cheese. Sorry, un sandwich au fromage grillé. Whatever dad orders will inevitably end with "avec beaucoup de fromage".  

I'm tempted to wear my beret. 

Anyway, until tonight, I hope your day is filled with relaxation and joy, mom! Best wishes for this next year of living. I hope it consists of many fulfilling breakfasts and love!

The Best Sandwich Ever

I thought I'd take a break from smashing the paper tray around in the *^%%$%^%&* printer and do a quick blog update because, well, I'm tired of trying to pretend that I am capable of operating any sort of printing device. Bloody things just suck. Let's leave it at that.

Maddie ate the best sandwich of her life today. Her words, not mine. Apparently, it was awesome. I'm gonna step in and take some credit right since the left over roast beef and cheese idea was, in fact, mine. She had spent a good few minutes wandering around the kitchen becoming increasingly frustrated at the lack of sandwich meat in the house before I finally chimed in with that gem of a suggestion. (Yeah, yeah. Humility, shumility...)

Her shrug of approval quickly turned into some whole wheat slices (she probably used the last of the white bread for her last grilled cheese sandwich) getting popped into the toaster. The breakfast magician quickly created her masterpiece and then proceeded to happily scarf it down.

As she explained very quickly and very excitedly to me later, she had placed left over roast beef and some cheese in her sandwich which she then threw in the microwave for a few minutes until it was nicely melty and deliciously non-soggy because she had toasted the bread first like the genius she is.

It was a successful breakfast for Maddie.

The sandwich actually sounded so good, I almost felt as though my yogurt and granola was inadequate. That kid should sell this stuff. I swear, she'd make a killing.

Anyway, I'm off to do some more printer smashing. TOODLES.