Happy Birthday Max

Dear Max,
HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY!
You're one spectacular boy! Full of enthusiasm for reading, Bionicles, friends, apples, Bionicles, sibling rivalry, Pokemon, lego's and TV. Battles sometime surround these enthusiasm's but I admire your tenacity and desire and I'm willing to set limits and let the gargantuan tears fall where they may. At the end of the day, you still say you love me so life with me can't be that sub par.
I sent you to school today with cookies so that you could share them with your classmates. Cookies that I had to search high and low for, as there is a student in your class who has a peanut allergy, and as it turns out nearly all packaging has a disclaimer that says something to the effect of: "WHILE THIS PRODUCT DOES NOT CONTAIN NUTS, THIS PRODUCT MAY HAVE POSSIBLY COME INTO CONTACT WITH A NUT AND THERE IS A STRONG POSSIBILITY THAT NUT VAPORS MIGHT HAVE MYSTERIOUSLY ENTERED THIS FACILITY IN SOME UNKNOWN WAY THEREBY CONTAMINATING THIS PRODUCT".
I feel for this childs parents and hope that these nut free products can be gathered together and sold in a specific section of the market.
Finally I found one stand up company who made a nut free product and was willing to leave the nut disclaimer off their packaging & for that I am thankful. I celebrate "Back to Nature Chocolate Chunk Cookies" and they can be contacted at 866-536-6946. I encourage all of my readers (hi mom) to call this company and congratulate them on not being like all the lawsuit wary pansies who know full well that only human nuts contaminate their facility, but just place that note on their packaging so that they don't get sued.
I digress.
Today was lovely. We reminisced (or I dissertated) about the day you were born and how daddy got lost 3 times on our way home because my going into labor put him into a state of utter confusion. We reminisced (or I dissertated) about how my labor with you was wild and felt like I was journeying with a Shaman (I think I inserted the word power ranger just so you could relate). You said "Oh Wow". Yes, "Oh Wow" was just what I was saying to myself as I explored a 22 hour unmedicated labor. You must have felt like you were journeying through the neck of a glass bottle, but we'll save that sordid conversation for your 7th birthday.

I continue to digress.

Once you came home from school, we all piled in the car and met up with Damma, Pop Pop, Aunt Sharon, Noelle and Owen at Newport Creamery. Unfornately Daddy assumes I am in a state of comprehension between the hours of 7 and 9:30am, which is simply untrue, so I directed him to the wrong Newport Creamery. We missed him, sorry I messed that up for you pal.
So celebrate we did and you now have enough bionicles to wage a campaign of destruction upon your power rangers. Way to go. And the ice cream cake was delicious! I brought the extra ice cream cake home with us with the unstated explicit agreement that one portion of this cake will be for family consumption and one portion of this cake (lets call it one fourth) will be for my pleasure. My pleasure meaning this section will be for me to dig into, pluck and excavate product as I please, because honestly the vanilla and chocolate ice cream are not all interesting to me - I'm in it for the chocolate crunch in the middle as well as all manner of icing. And I really don't want that product handed over to me, that would be too uncomplicated. It's called digging for gold and it's a form of catharticism for me. (Catharticism is my religion, at some point I'll share the doctrines of this faith with you).

Enough from me today.
I promise to come on here more and document the days of our lives so that next week when someone asks me what we did I have a resource through which I have tracked such information. And Daddy won't have to respond so much with, "Go back in your time machine".

Can't wait to see what this new year brings!
Love n' special sauce,
Mom (I think I've graduated from Mommy, at least from your perspective)