This summer vacation thing is getting away from me. I have not been blogging at frequent enough intervals. And I don't seem very motivated to change at the moment. Steve spent most of the week at a conference in Virginia for work. He flew back yesterday, reportedly sharing a plane with John Boehner, although he didn't notice him.
So, like any mom would do, I took the laundry he asked me to do out of his duffel bag yesterday, and then I decided to check the closet. It was the stereotypical avalanche scene. Think "The Trouble with Tribbles" with socks and jeans. Everyone assures me that they were probably clean... because Peter has been doing his own laundry for years, he just hasn't been sorting it. He dumps it in his closet in a giant pile and fishes out what he needs on an ad hoc basis. But because I'm the mom, I decided it all needed to be washed, and then sorted. It made me feel better, anyhow. His t-shirt drawer is now a thing of beauty. And I will never believe him when he says he needs me to buy him new clothes again. Organizing his chest of drawers is a skill I hope his drill sergeants emphasize.
this cake, which is delicious. It may be the favorite birthday cake ever.
It's been a tradition for 20 years.