My family presented me with my very own iPod, which just ROCKS. It is the smartest machine I own. I feel like a genius just being in its presence. (I guess all the times I said, “No one gets an iPod until Mom gets an iPod,” must have registered.)
My 9 year-old daughter, Kennedy, took me out to breakfast at the 12th Street Cafe, and we had a surprisingly enjoyable discussion about what songs and movies we’d put on “our” iPod.
Spent the afternoon at Safeco Field, watching a Mariners vs. Yankees baseball game with my 9 year-old son, Aaron. We had great seats along the third base line, Aaron got his first ball souvenir from batting practice, and the Mariners won in a pitching duel. What a fantastic game. We screamed our lungs out.
After I put the kids to sleep, I rocked out on “my” iPod, couldn’t contain the overwhelming goodness of it all, and drove to the gym where hubby Tim was working out, just so I could tell him so.
What an excellent day.