This is what I know for sure today:
For better or for worse, every Mama I saw today had one eye on her kid(s) and one eye on her smartphone. I was kinda, sorta one of them. (Disappointed-In-Herself Mama.) On the upside, there was a Mama at the museum wearing a really pretty shirt, and while the boys played in the museum’s discovery play center, I found it online. (Smart, Detective Mama!) When we finally got home, I bought it online. (Shopaholic Mama.)
One Mama, one bag, two young kids, and an escalator are a risky proposition.
Rain is sad (according to Dylan), but popcorn in the rain is not sad (also according to Dylan).
Not even a cocktail umbrella can get my kids to eat – or taste, touch, or smell – a (homemade) turkey burger.
Any Friday the 13th I spend with my boys at the vet (Harry needed shots), Daddy’s office (Harry needed a place to crash while the boys and I did something fun), the Museum of Science and Discovery (the something fun), and home watching “The Adventures of Tintin” (fun movie) is a lucky fortunate Friday the 13th.
How was your day?
The Runaway Mama by Jen Gregory 