someone gave cage paints, brushes, and handmade canvases for his birthday. now i have this hanging in my already dark and scary hallway:

...OR we could just scrap those plans and rush him to the ER instead. Horray for birthday fractures!

I'm taking Cage to the Hard Rock Cafe in Hollywood for his birthday dinner tomorrow. He's gonna feel like a proper 5 year old rockstar.
He's got summer camp tomorrow, so i got him an "it's my birthday!" button to wear on his field trip to "Scooter's Jungle" (an indoor party playground with bounce houses and slides and games). I decided to bake a billion owl cupcakes (from the book "Hello, Cupcake") for his fellow campers, so they could all celebrate together.
After Patrick and I put him to bed for the night, I ran out to do some last-minute present shopping. I picked out a few things he's been asking for (a whoopie cushion, a package of googly eyes, a pair of boots) and other boy-type things having to do with cars, capes, pirates, and rotten eggs.
Feel free to call my cell phone after 6pm tomorrow to wish him a happy birthday! He'd love to hear from everyone!

my son... is turning...... FIVE... tomorrow.. *passes out*

cage is enjoying summer camp. today was his second day there, and they took a field trip to "adventure city" (a tiny theme park with rides and a petting zoo).

i freaked out a bit, you know, because it was his first field trip.. someone else's van driving my child somewhere. someone else keeping track of 15 kids on a field trip, and i swore i would get a phone call sometime during the day saying that cage was lost or fell off a ride... oh man.

he's home in one piece, and had the time of his life.

tomorrow is "cowboy day", and cage and i have this problem. when there's a dress-up day, we don't say no. we belt out a hearty YES and we go all out. i headed over to the local thrift store hoping to pick up a few sweet duds (already had the bandana and the hat), and just as i walked in, i found the perfect pair of cage-sized black cowboy boots and a denim shirt. i sifted through the belts trying to find one with a big buckle that i could cut down to size, and just as i was doing that, a song came on the radio right above my head:

"Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys."

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just ride away.

i laughed, got a little choked up, ditched the belts, bought my treasures and ran.
cuz cowboy for a day ain't so bad.

tomorrow is "purple day" at preschool.
i signed up to bring a food.. of course.
( purple pizza )

the only thing better than finding cupcake in my hair 2 days later, is having you as a BFF.

i signed up on twitter because i have funny things to tell you (in 145 characters or less) at all times of the day whether you'd like to hear them or not.


how may i find YOU on twitter?

gaaaaaaaah.
cage and i were playing with my cell phone this morning and managed to delete all of my contacts..

can you please send them to me?

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