A New Generation To Mother

When I got home from one of my visits to TB in the hospital, I found this:



There was a burned smell in the air. Did I panic? What, over something so insignificant as a trashed sink and burning whatever after everything else that's been going on? Of course not. I knew my kids had it under control.


"This is the ugliest cake I ever made!" Kristin exclaimed. Part of one layer had burned and so she made another layer which would have been fine. She put the good half third layer on top of the cake and it still looked fine to me and her brother, just, you know, big.

With all the weight issues we have a two layer cake would have been more than enough but I didn't say anything because it's just this once and that third layer sure added character.

This so called ugly cake is enough to find an entire army!

Even the slopy side cleaned up nicely although Kristin continues to call it the worst cake ever. It wasn't. It was delicious and it had a lot of love in it. And there's a lot of it left to go around again.



Just as we were lighting the candles, we called TB and put him on speaker phone so that he could join in and sing "Happy Birthday" to Bill. It was too weird not to have TB here at all and having him on the phone was better than not at all.

The edema in his legs has gone down and the redness seems to be fading. A doctor specializing in infections came to examine him yesterday and said maybe it's not cellulitis at all but phlebitis. Still they are going to continue the IV antibiotics and recommend that TB see a special physical therapist who will work with him to keep his legs "thin"--meaning keep the fluid out of there. Maybe we can get a two-fer deal as I'd like to do that with my legs! So if all continues to go well, we can have our TB home again tomorrow hopefully!

Now, if I thought the days of waking up early to be the food provider of dependents ended when Kristin was old enough to make her own breakfast, I was mistaken. Yes, first there was my grandson who would get up early before his mother and I would get him breakfast. It's Mother's Day and I'm going to try to be nice and not even go in the direction of how could a mom sleep through her hungry child's need for breakfast. Let's just say that isn't an issue anymore.

Now, though, there's a new breed of dependent that says, "Ma, we know what an old softy you are and we're not waiting for you to wake up and give us breakfast when we are sooooooo hungry!"


I was going to take pictures of them twining around my legs and call it "The Swarm II" but then I was afeared :D and figured I ought to just feed the darlings.




Soon I'm going back to the hospital to see TB so I probably won't have a chance to get around and visit but for others who would like more cat blogging on Mother's Day:

Weekend Cat Blogging at What Did You Eat?

Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos at Sleeping Mommy

Carnival of the Cats at Bad Kitty Cats Journal

and Blogging Cat Noos for all the latest!