I’m fairly certain that the breakfast gods are taunting me with the ever-elusive over easy egg.

That’s how Nikki likes them, so she can mop the yolk up with her toast. I’ve gotten it right a few times, but that’s usually when she’s requested them be over medium. And for the ever-important Mother’s Day breakfast in bed, the yolk broke as it exited the shell. I raised my fists to the sky (ceiling) and roared my lament at the gods (wondered if that paint was chipping). Ah, well. At least I got her bacon floppy.

With the baby wanting her morning nursing session, and the three- and five-year-olds in their natural, hyperactive state, I knew that Nikki wouldn’t get much of a chance to sleep in.  I gave her what I could, though, and we all brought in her breakfast (DAMN YOU, EGG YOLKS!) and wished her a Happy Mother’s Day.  I gave her my homemade card, which let her know in no uncertain terms exactly what her Mother’s Day present was. A date with yours truly to see the Avengers! The kids were a bit disappointed that they couldn’t come along, but they got to give her tissue paper flowers. How am I supposed to compete with that?

Later, it was off to the T-W-P to hang out with my parents and my brother.  My Dad cooked steaks under the guise of not letting Mom cook, but she still ended up putting out snacks and making her potato salad. Sometimes I have to wonder if that’s Mom’s need to be a host, or if it’s Dad’s idea that an entire meal can consist of steak. Not that I disagree with him…

The kids were their usual wild and crazy selves, Joe hung out a lot with Aidan and Cian, and Acelyn soaked up as much attention as she could get, as always.

Nikki and I have caught up on the Marvel movies that one or both of us had missed (Iron Man 2, Thor, and Captain America), so we’re ready to go for The Avengers. All we need to do is pick a date and confirm kid-watching, and it’ll be popcorn and superheroes for DAYS.