Once Popeye has a job and is out on his own (they’re good to go around 5 years old right?), he can accidentally forget about special occasions, like Mother’s Day, and then face the wrath of Mom. Until that time, I will help him remember the important dates and together we shall muddle through.
Aim low and hope for an updraft – that is a golden nugget of wisdom that I will share with him. I am so going to rock at this fatherly-advice-giving gig!
I wanted to try to set the bar high for his first Mother’s Day though, give him a little something to strive for once he’s in charge. So we arranged a meeting, had a brainstorm sesh and came up with a few Mom’s Day card ideas worthy of a Hallmark and Blue Mountain bidding war (though I am partial to JibJab).
First, I tried to write down his ideas verbatim:
Heartfelt, but not very catchy…
That did not pan out as well as I had anticipated, so I attempted to translate his complex alien baby language using an old Babel fish that I hang onto for needs not unlike this one.
This yielded the following:
Factual, but not very poetic
Also true, but kind of misdirected
Very poetic and brings tears to my eyes, but mama is not a fan of jokes about the peeps and the poops
Still not quite what I had in mind, so we regrouped and refocused our efforts and finally had our winner:
In honor of this momentous occasion, I’m re-sharing the pregnancy montage we made that shows the transformation from woman to mother (and literally shows Popeye’s origin story):
And here’s a video showing the little man’s first few days:
Thanks mama for making our amazing little man. He’s awesome and you rule at motherhood!
That was awesome. And I loved the video too.
Thanks so much!