Baby Blase

We didn’t do much to celebrate – all I wanted was some new plants to put in the gray pots that have lived outside our living room window for the last three-thousand years and a nice dinner. I got both. Marc made lovely steaks with a truffle-mushroom sauce – yes, I know how lucky I am.

On Friday, Chelsea – the nanny – put a big sign on the playroom door that said “KEEP OUT – private project inside”.  So cute. I had a feeling it was a Mother’s Day project – and it was. Later that afternoon I went to check in and say hi. Chelsea whispered to H if he wanted to give me a present and he said “YE-AH!” So, I closed my eyes and waited.

Who knew egg cartons, tissue boxes and foam letters could be so beautiful.

Thank you Chelsea – for the Mother’s Day gift made from common household trash that I will likely keep out on the counter for way too long, store away in a box to find it years from now and cry over when Harrison is off living his fabulous life and no longer calls me on Mother’s Day. Seriously, I love it.

Listening: Bob Dylan