We are huggy-kissy types in these parts. What's better than kissing a chubby baby cheek or a hug from a friend you have not seen in a while? That's why last week something painful happened. It was Liam, my little blond love muffin. He asked me if I would kiss him before the bus comes not as the bus is pulling up. Oh no. It's the beginning of the end of smoochville for him and I. How many more kisses can I get in before he won't make eye contact with me and locks himself in his room for six hours?
He's turning six next week. I'd like to say I've been away from the blog because I'm so busy party planning. Not at all. The truth is I have so much to do and I'm going to have to work like a crazy woman to get it all done. It's May. I'm tired of packing lunches and checking homework. I need a vacation. I need a beach and a Margarita. I'm so not in party planning mode. I need a swift kick of motivation!! Help!