I got a package in the mail yesterday from my mother-in-law for Mother's Day. She's sent me something every year, including the year I was pregnant. It's awfully sweet of her, since my own mother doesn't really do anything, and I'm pretty bad about remembering to get her something (though I think Matt usually remembers to send her flowers or something).

I haven't opened it yet, but if past years and the size of the box are an indication, I can guess it's either girly bath products or else scrapbooking gear.

We're going to John and Sam's for Mother's Day dinner, as it turns out. Sam's going to make a chicken dish, and Mom's going to bring salad, and I'm bringing bread and a dessert. Guess I should decide what to do about that. Maybe I'll indulge my recent craving for brownies.

Mmm, chocolate...

And my pictures came yesterday, too, so I'm all set to do some serious scrapbooking on Saturday. Though it looks like a lot of pictures. I don't think I'll be able to finish the March and April pages, but that's all right, since I'm back to scrapbooking at the office every other week. This event will get me closer to being caught up.

Yeah, I know, I'm a dork.

And then tomorrow, as long as I'm talking about my weekend plans a day eary and in reverse, I'm taking a half-day from work and going to Penny's daycare. Her class is having a picnic luncheon -- whether I attend or not, we're supposed to send her with a bag lunch tomorrow, but Moms are invited to bring their lunches, too. And then in the afternoon, the whole school is having a "strawberry social" for the mothers.

I'm not really sure what I'll do between the two events; I need to run to the bank, but that's hardly going to take three hours. Maybe just go home and relax. Or I could go shopping, I guess. I need a few things, and I'll be pretty busy Saturday and Sunday.

It should be a good weekend. I'm looking forward to it.

(And yes, I plan to post tomorrow morning. I guess I just wanted to talk about my plans today.)

So Penny was up bright and early right at 6 this morning, and so I got up and went to the bathroom and went in to get her.

"Cat blanket, please!" The "cat blanket" is a little decorative/lap blanket that Sam's mother sent us when Penny was about a year old. It's got a Hello Kitty motif on one side. I handed it to Penny, and she giggled about how the tassles ("feathers!") tickled.

Then she said, "Pink blanket!"

I swear to you, she has never in her three years had a pink blanket. Not one. Well, maybe one of the receiving blankets was pink, but I got rid of most of those ages ago. "What pink blanket, hon?"

She stood up and pointed, which is imprecise at best. "Please? Pink blanket, please?"

"I don't know where it is, sweetie. What pink blanket?"

We repeated this four or five times, until I could tell she was getting impatient with my ignorance. So I picked her up. "Okay, show me where the pink blanket is, sweetie."

She pointed, I walked. Out of her room. Down the hall. Into the guest room. "Pink blanket!" She leaned... and touched her finger to the bedspread on the guest bed.

Which is blue.

I do believe Penny is experimenting with misdirection as humor. I'm so proud.

--Liz