May iPhone Dump

Some friends threw a Cinco de Mayo party.  

It was cute.  And the guac was goooood.

PS: you have no right to throw a cinco de mayo party unless you know your guacamole is going to be good with lots and lots of additional o's.

Mother's Day, also known as Treat-your-mother-the-way-she-deserves-for-12-hours, occurred.

And it was good.  

With lots and lots of additional o's.

Allen spent his last couple days of freedom mulching the swing set and trampoline.

He is so good.

With a couple additional o's (winky emoji).

 And bless this month of May and it's perfectly placed Memorial day.

The pool is open.

 And that is good.

                                                 With additional o's to the moon and back.

 Also, when did these two reach full twinning status?!?

 Now, could school just get out already so we can spend unholy amounts of time alternating between our pjs and our swimsuits?!?

**Of note, Allen reported to work the Tuesday after Memorial Day.  So life is back to normal.  Except we don't remember normal, so, the end.

Ryder is Eleven.

  Which rhymes with heaven.

Which lots of times describes this boy.

He is, however, all the times so wonderfully responsible and helpful and resourceful.

Unless he needs to empty the dishwasher...

 He requested a gigantic butterfinger cake.

Granted my handsome little prince.

He also requested a night out with his father.

But the event was to be a surprise.

 Granted my handsome little prince.

Allen took him to Medieval Times where the boys were free to be boys.

Manly-eat-with-their-hands-and-cheer-for-violence boys.

 They thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Happy birthday my number one.

I love to learn from you and admire you and watch you become more and more you.  

You is really really good.

xx