Pretty Mother

Mother Dances In Bathroom of Swanky Restaurant w/ big hoop earrings

"I didn't get many things in Paris.... but I got a cat sweater"

Whew... thank God you at least got a cat sweater, Mom.

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Movies

Here is my mom; I almost mistook her for a toddler.

My parents would win a prize for seeing the most movies out of any couple in Houston. They are frequently wasting hours of life watching movies like Gnomeo and Juliet, which they saw tonight. But hey, your never too old to be a kid, right?

Love

Making Lunch

Caring

Mother's Thought Process

It rained

It rained the other day.

This is what Frances thinks of rainy days.

Apple Bottom Jeans

My mom is a big texter. She texts me nonstop, ending every text with "XO." Obsessed with her phone, she literally sleeps with her blackberry laying loyally next to her face, substituting it for a baby blanket or stuffed animal. A few weekends ago, Daniel Harrison's older brother got married. My family attended. But my mother did more than attend. She over-enjoyed herself, serving as the only mother dancing to Shorty Got Low, which is in fact her favorite song. She hopped out there on the dance floor and was having the time of her life.

When the Smoke Alarm Goes Off....

Before my home kitchen underwent a recent remodeling, hearing the smoke alarm was a daily sound that my tender ears had to endure. My mom is a good cook. She does better than most, although, she has her moments. The smoke alarm doesn't go off as frequently these days because a new vent hood was installed (luckily for her). It used to go off nightly, and then shortly after, I would hear my dad nonchalantly yell "Dinner is ready."Lets just say she likes her cooking a little on the toasty side. Here she is making her pizza pops (very good mother and avery I know you want some of these). But last night she achieved her highest point: a massive pork roast which she stuck into a little crock pot. The meat stuck out the top, but she still felt the need to put the top on. So she balanced it on the five inches of erupting mass. Job well done to a half cooked pork roast!!!

Knitting for Mrs. Dawson

My mom and I sat on the couch tonight watching the office, while I did dreadful chemistry and she knit something. "I'm knitting this for Mrs. Dawson!", she said about the purple sequined project, or "UFO" (unfinished object) in her hands. Surprised by her randomness, yet at the same time, not surprised at all, I asked "What...? Why? That's weird." I was not interested in her nonsense but still a little curious. "Because she is poetic. I thought she'd look poetic. I wanted to do something nice for her. And I can't give it to Mr. Hunt..."

A few minutes later, while still knitting, she whispered "I'm so excited you going to get the Climb Award. I'm gonna be there and I'm gonna go YAY!!!"

Award

Mom: Your getting an award in honors chapel!
Me: What for?
Mom: Don't know. Probably because your fabulous.