Mother's day (by John)

During the year that we shopped for furniture (yes you read that right, it was not just a weekend or two), we went back and forth over fabrics, design, and color. When I found a piece or a swatch of fabric that I thought was classy, Edna would suggest, "yes, that looks really nice, but the first time a little kid with chocolate pudding gets to it, we'll wish we had something else." And I never understood, why Edna would be arming little tykes with pudding-loaded mouths and hands to go on a rampage in my living room. So for mother's day I made breakfast and a card. On the card are three chocolate-pudding hand prints: mine, baby A's, and baby B's. For breakfast we had tater-tots, poached eggs, croissants, and chocolate pudding. I hope the babies use the chocolate pudding to leave little hand prints all over the inside of Edna's belly.

Then when we were coming back from church this afternoon, we found some of our neighbors standing outside in the courtyard with a box. At night we sometimes see a rabbit hopping around on the grass. Our neighbors found the nest and were waiting for someone to come pick them up. That's right, for mother's day they were shipping the four babies away from their mom. So before they left, Edna wanted to hold one: She loved that little bunny. Afterwards I mentioned to Edna, "I don't think I have ever seen you look at ME like that." To which she replied, "Well, I've never seen you that small."