Happy Birthday

Today is my mom's birthday.  She's spending her birthday at the doctor's with my brother.  He's really sick and getting an iv.  She could have either spent her birthday at work or with my sick brother.  I'd pick the sick kid, too.

Probably because I have too much time on my hands and because I don't want to clean up all the toy food that has been strewn about my family room floor for the sake of playing "restaurant-paleontologist-Phineas and Ferb truck stop on a trailer-spy" I was looking through my photo archives for a good picture of my mom and realized that there isn't a picture of just my mom.  There are only pictures of my mom with other people, particularly her kids and grand kids and most of the time, someone is sitting on her lap.  That got me to thinking about my grandma because in nearly every single picture I have of my grandma someone is sitting on her lap, too (Like I said, too much time on my hands).  So then I started looking at all the pictures I've got on my computer of my mom and my grandma and started to cry - because I'm pretty much a moron that way.  And then, the more I looked, the more I noticed that my mom and her mom hold little squirts in the same way: sitting up, facing forward, fingers clasped around tiny little bellies.

 

I don't have any idea at this point what any of this rambling has to do with my moms birthday.  Nothing really because that's just how my brain functions.

 I guess it means I love my mom and I miss my grandma.

Happy Birthday, Mom!