And The Uberest of All...

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! Ahhhhh...babeeeeeees...

They never fail to bring a smile to my face, wherever I see them--in the restaurant, on the beach, even on the airplane. But how many times do I look at the mothers? I salute all you ladies who are mothers, who gave so much of your time to your children. This is your day.

My mother has six children (or monsters, as she likes to call to us now and then). We followed her everywhere she went--crossing roads like a duck and her brood, cramming into our car for our Sunday swims, up and down the supermarket aisle, in and out of shopping centers. I still grin at the memory because unlike the usual very posh, very educated elegance of the wealthy, we were a very noisy, sassy bunch.

My sisters are now mothers too. And I look at them interacting with the next generation and see so many similar patterns ;-). I've discovered that all my siblings are happily passing on the sloppy packrat genes, LOL. For the sake of mankind, I guess I'm not adding on to this problem. One messy Gennita Low, with two of everything, is enough.

And we'll not forget about being furbaby mommies too because they are our children:

Yes, yes, I know you be smart peoples. I told you my mom has six children. And I end up with six dogs. Draw your own conclusions. I'm very partial to big mutant poms...monsters....Let me know if you know of any big white-cream mutant poms who need mothering.

And in conclusion, I want to note that there is NO BETTER spy than a spying mommy on her kiddos. Nothing escapes her mommy spy-radar, no crime, no lie, no cover-up, not even a not-my-doggie-poopoo-setup from six poms who are supposed to be too old to trick their mom.

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