Symbolism

Dear future daughter-in-law,

We humans associate symbols with many things in life.  For instance, if you see this:

you would think stop sign.

If you saw this:

you would think: Target.

Well, keep that in mind, oh love of my son, as I tell you this little story. 

It was time for Nikolai's uncle, Mike, to turn 30...yes, the big 3-0.  Like many other persons who turn 30, Mike wanted to have a special birthday celebration.  He wanted food, he wanted cake, he wanted to see his family members, and he wanted presents.  But most of all, Mike wanted to be sure we had a theme.  What theme you ask?  Well, a theme that any 30 year old would like....

Transformers.  Because, you know, they're more than meets the eye.

Yeah.  Anyway.

We went for it.  Nikolai's aunt, grandma and I all purchase transformers party garb.  Transformers plates, transformers decor, transformers napkins and a transformers cake. 

Of course, to your future husband, the cake was the most important part.  He had to stare at that thing in the fridge for a full 24 hours before I would even consider letting him have a piece.  It was a pretty cool cake mind you.  Pictures of autobots and decepticons riddled that awesome cake.  In fact, on top of the cake were little rings just like this:

The day for Mike's party finally came and the decor came out.  Nikolai's grandma and I set up the best transformer's party known to man.  It looked pretty cool.  We were sure to leave the cake in the fridge so that the little kids wouldn't pick at it until it was time to blow out the candles.
After we were all set, Nikolai woke up from his nap and came downstairs to see the awesomeness that is transformers.  He gazed in amazement (or at least, that is my interpretation of his dear in the headlights look) at all of the transformers decor. 

I finally interrupted his gaze and said, "Nikolai, what is that?" as I pointed to a picture of a decepticon taped to the wall.  He confidently and intently answered:

"Cake."

Yes, Nikolai.  Cake.

As you can see your future husband has quite a knack for symbolism.  This may come in handy in the future.  Perhaps you can just show him an episode of transformers everytime you want cake.

Best regards,

Your future mother-in-law

This blog is not about aprons. Of any sort.

Don't let the title of this blog mislead you.  I have zero interest in maintaining my status as my son's "#1 woman" once he is grown and has a family of his own.  In fact, depending on the hour of the day, I may ship him off to anyone who will take him.  So no, this blog is not about my need to cut the apron strings.

Instead, this blog serves as a way for me to relate the crazy things my son does to his distant future family...god bless them. 

Moreover, this blog is just that - a blog.  I do not do giveaways, I do not tweet for more readers, I do not pine for your affections.  I've been there and done that - and quite frankly - I wasn't very good at it.  So, read if you like, leave if you must...but I hope you enjoy the letters intended for my future daughter-in-law.