Positively Undecided

My little boy is 7 tomorrow.  I can't even wrap my head around it.  It just doesn't even seem real.  I love that the night before he turned 7 he asked me to lay with him at bed time, and because Addy was asleep I did.  Good moments, that don't happen enough...

Tomorrow is also April Fools Day.  I have always wanted to do some funny stuff to the kids, but I cannot, will not, ever never make dinner food look like dessert or dessert look like dinner.  It seriously grosses me out.  Especially the meatloaf and potatoes made to look like a cupcake.  It is so wrong, on so many levels.  So I opted for a glass of juice, that's really jello.  And tomorrow I am taking ice cream cups to Colton's class during lunch, and I think I might bring him a Happy Meal in a brown paper sack.  Kinda lame, but it was the best I could come up with...maybe someday I'll make him a fake adoption certificate.  Isn't that like a right of passage if you're born on April Fools Day?  The biggest April Fools someone played on me?  Birth is a beautiful thing...just kidding it is...kinda...the baby part is anyway...

So, I am a complete tool.  All of a sudden it dawned on me today, that I haven't bought Colton a single birthday present.  What is wrong with me?  Because of my major brain lapse, I have to run around tomorrow like a mad woman to make sure he has a few gifts, some sort of cake, and still take treats to his school.  Craziness...and I thought I was so on top of everything...not so much...

It's late.  It's always late.  Side-note...my period isn't working very well...isn't it weird how as you get older everything can be construed as dirty or inappropriate?  The period button on my keyboard, isn't functioning properly...and it's driving me batty...first my carpet, now my period...

Pictures....

Colton and Payson on Colton's 4th birthday.  Why do they grow up?  Saddest thing ever...