Bubbles - Everywhere.

This week on B-Metro:

“Can I have a bubble bath?”

If only I had a nickel. I’ve heard other moms say that their children never liked baths, or that they grew out of them young, but not my boys. Conner could take 2 a day for a while there, and more, and if I ever failed and “forgot” to add bubbles, he’d remind me. Somewhere along the way, Conner passed the “drive mother insane and inquire for bubbles every 3 seconds until she caves” responsibility off to Chase. I mean, someone has to do it, right?

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On Birthdays After Babies

Today on B-Metro:

A handmade card. 

Lunch at a local “meat and three”. 

A video game ban for all.

One large hot and sour soup, spring rolls and an order of crab rangoons.

These are the things that defined my birthday. Twenty-six years ago, I transformed my own mother into the selfless woman most mothers are. The birthdays I remember from my youth and the feelings attached to those celebrations are now the same feelings I share for my children’s birthdays. But my own? They’ve taken on new meaning.

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