Dear Mom of the Year Selection Committee,
I would like to thank you for considering me for this year's Mom of the Year Award. There were times over the past couple of months when I thought I actually had a chance. I mean, I've been reading stories, baking cookies, painting butcher paper, singing songs, cuddling little ones and teaching life's lessons with the best of them. I really felt like 2009 would be some of my finest work yet!
So it is with much regret that I must respectfully withdraw from the competition. You see, we had a little incident in the Giddens household last week. It was nothing really. Just a little mishap. Well, ok, so maybe it was more than just an incident. More like a major catastrophe. But everyone's ok! I promise! And believe me, the pictures look worse than it actually is (sortof).

But you see, I have a very active three year old little boy. Who loves to get in to all sorts of messes. And touch things he's not supposed to touch.

And even though I try, I can't keep my eyes on him ALL THE TIME.

So I thank you for the honor, but since Everett figured out how to turn on a blowtorch and managed to burn his face. And singe his outer eyelashes. And some of his hair. I just feel like it would be inappropriate to accept any nomination, let alone an award, at this time. In fact, I may have to put myself out of the running indefinitely.
Regards,
Everett's Very Embarrassed and Remorse-Filled Mom


(Even Il Mulino's take home bags are fancy dancy!)
And a movie (sorry, no picture). But seriously, watching Liam Neesom kick butt was totally thrilling.