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Oh Yes He Did….

 

"The Look"  Catty Cat Paintings by Artist Dreama Tolle Perry

“The Look”
12 x 12in oil on museum quality panel
SOLD/ Available in Dreama’s Print Gallery

 

I’ve been teaching (3 workshops in Kentucky) and will be heading out shortly to teach in the land of tulips…Holland, Michigan, next 🙂

Meanwhile, it would appear, others have been online using my credit card to purchase me a Mother’s Day gift of questionable taste.

Guess Who has gone and plastered himself on an apron with one of his favorite sayings?
Or better yet, guess who has gone and plastered himself on MULTIPLE aprons??

Eddie the Cat

Oh yes he did.

And it’s true.

Shed Happens.  

 

In honor of Mother’s Day Eddie says he wants to delight his millions (??) of fans by giving away one of these highly collectible (???)  aprons.

Since several (!!!!) are in route to my house at this very minute I probably don’t have much of a choice.

Enter below at your own risk (and share a funny mom story with us).  You may just win one… or two. (I’m still not sure just HOW many Eddie ordered….)

 

To each of you who have played “mom” to someone at sometime in your life— we celebrate you!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY from me and the Eds 😉

 

 

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  • Yvonne Palmer - May 12, 2015 - 4:16 pm

    Years ago, while living in the bottom apartment of a small duplex, My mom came to visit. She slept in the bed with me. We talked and giggled. We didn’t see each other often so we ere enjoying all the catching up. At one point there was rumbling above. Mom looked at me concerned. I said oh that’s just the man upstairs! I quickly grabbed her arm and told her not God- the man that lives upstairs. We giggled some more. Moms are the best at crying when we cry and laughing when we laugh. Laughing together is often what helps us to keep it together. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Stantz - May 12, 2015 - 3:23 am

    It’s no secret that my mom hates my driving. One day I had to take her for oral surgery. Many comments were made…”watch the road! Look out that car is turning! How fast are you driving?!, etc.” The surgery went well and all was fine. When we left the office she was so laid back and happy….she never complained once about my driving! Ever since it’s been a joke between us that she’s a much better passenger while under the influence of pain medication! LOL!ReplyCancel

  • Patricia - May 11, 2015 - 1:25 pm

    Love the apron! My kids are grown and live far away-but my cat Rama, never fails to let me know I’m appreciated. He followed me around the house doing his meow that sounds like, “Mom, Mo-om?” all day yesterday. I thought he needed extra petting, but maybe he knew I needed it?ReplyCancel

  • Dreama - May 11, 2015 - 11:25 am

    I so appreciate each of you sharing these stories about Moms. What a treasure of JOY is doled about Moms around the world each and every day. I hope each of you had a wonderful day for I know that each of you give of yourself every day and that is what being a mom is all about 🙂

    Hugs!!!
    DreamaReplyCancel

  • Helane Todd - May 11, 2015 - 3:02 am

    I did not have any children of my own, but I have helped many others raise theirs. I have taught elementary school for many years and have made school a pleasant experience for all my children. My classes have always had alot of art and my classroom was decorated with their work. Infact my classroom was better decorated better than my own home. I taught all my youngsters everything I learned in my art classes. Some turned into good watercolorists and weavers. I could not get oil paints for that age group.ReplyCancel

  • May Roberts - May 9, 2015 - 10:38 am

    I wanted to so bad to share about some funny stories of my mom and I since I don’t have daughter. Unfortunately, I can’t think of anything that will make you guys laugh since I have not been with my mom over 30 years-I live in States and she lives in South Korea. Beside, her life has been so focused on giving us(three daughters) what we needed growing up, she hardly ever had a moment to even think about anything else. She raised us all by herself without no support from anything else and had done an amazing job and done it so gracefully. I respect my mom so much for all the sufferings and perseverance she had to go through to stay strong for us. I don’t think i ever really express my love and appreciation for who and what she has been for me and wanted to take this special moment to say that I love her with all my heart. If I would born again and have a choice to pick a Mom, she will definitely be the one no matter what…. (note: i will be sending this note to my mom so she can see my love from a long distance….) MayReplyCancel

  • Debbie Shrader - May 9, 2015 - 2:57 am

    On the day my mom was to have her knee replacement we were up early for her to get her shower with the special soap. It made her tub very slippery and she slid down on her bottom and I couldn’t get her up. She was slippery from the soap. So we pushed her life alert and the wonderful fire department gentlemen came and got her out of the tub. Then she had to explain she had to get back in the shower and finish for her knee surgery. I thought they were going to loose it. So we get on our way to the hospital and the life alert guy calls me to see how she was doing. I told him we were on our way to the hospital and he said that he thought she wasn’t hurt. I had to tell him she was fine and just going for her knee replacement. My mom and I looked at each other and just laughed till we had tears. The poor guy on the phone was so confused.ReplyCancel

  • Joy Cooper - May 8, 2015 - 4:42 pm

    Mother was a rock hound and loved to hunt for new specimens – me too. Although from WV, on one of our excursions we visited Vancouver, BC. Mother had read there was Snowflake Obsidian along BC beaches. I researched – there are about 1400 km of shoreline there. What are the odds? To my chagrin, at our very first stop in the province, she asked the clerk if she knew where we might search. The answer was yes! Never underestimate your mom.

    We proceeded to follow directions to Wreck Beach. We followed a steep trail with lots of log steps and came to the driftwood covered beach. Not a rock of any kind in sight. And no people either. Canadian readers may well know what we did find. My mom and I zeroed right in on a famous Nude Beach!ReplyCancel

  • suset Maakal - May 8, 2015 - 1:22 pm

    My earliest childhood memory is of me having been put to bed in my cot, when my artist mother gave me my first colouring in book and crayons. She placed it at the foot of the cot, and said that I can colour in the next morning. As I remember, I never slept that night, but waited for the sun to shine through the window. I coloured in feverishly and by the time my mother woke, I had scribbled the whole book. She took two of the scribbled pages and stuck them to the door of the cubbard by my cot,held my hand and wrote my name at the bottom.
    My last memory of my mother is her laying in an old age hospital “cot” with two scribbled colouring-in pictures by her bed, done in the therapy session for the frail. At the bottom of each picture was her name in big, shaky crayon letters: SANReplyCancel

  • Deb Mongato - May 8, 2015 - 5:11 am

    Blessings Dreama,

    When my precocious daughter entered kindergarten, the teacher asked the children if they used a nickname. My Jillian, replied that her nickname was Rebecca, unbeknownst to me. She had quite the imagination. So imagine my surprise when I went to visit her classroom, and the teacher and children all called her by a new name! We had quite a chuckle for many years about our new mystery daughter.ReplyCancel

  • Karen Oliver - May 8, 2015 - 1:12 am

    My son painted popcorn kernels with “white out” to put under his pillow after the tooth fairy had given him money. I told him the tooth fairy would not like to be fooled and may come calling for the real teeth. When I went to bed that night, I found the popcorn kernels under my pillow!ReplyCancel

  • Nancy Darling - May 7, 2015 - 9:44 pm

    On April Fool’s day my Mom made pancakes with a cloth circle inside so you couldn’t cut them and she also sewed the silverware to the tablecloth.ReplyCancel

  • Chris - May 7, 2015 - 5:37 pm

    Ooooooweeeeeee, Eddie Mama me! So sorry, Eddie made me do it. :o)ReplyCancel

  • Diva Odete Kreszl - May 7, 2015 - 5:30 pm

    Oh dear, as the mom of five adult sons there are so many ‘mom’ stories…a few years back my oldest son was sitting at our dinner table complaining how as the first child I was always stricter with him, how he broke us in, how the rules became lax after his brothers arrived and how my second son ( also sitting at the table) never got in trouble etc. etc. etc. now mind you we are talking about 25+ year olds so I figure they should have been over this by now. I looked my eldest in the eye and calmly stated the this was all true because “my second son was always my favorite”! After a few seconds of shocked silence we all cracked up laughing, I mean seriously by this age you would think they would know I love them all equally!!!ReplyCancel

  • Judy Dee - May 7, 2015 - 4:54 pm

    I once performed a can can. My mom was in the audience. The stranger next to her commented that one of the dancers had a split in her costume. Mom responded that that was her daughter. It brought a smile to my face to know she spoke up. She could have kept silent and saved embarrassment. BTW, all that was revealed in the split was fishnet stocking.ReplyCancel

  • Cherry Loney Fisher - May 7, 2015 - 4:18 pm

    One of my earliest, funny memories of my mom was while walking behind her as our family walked downtown to our hometown’s annual Halloween event. There was my mom, dressed in my dad’s big, striped flannel pajamas, house slippers, and one of those old terracotta-colored hot water bottles/enemabags hanging by a big safety pin from the tail of her shirt, swinging back and forth, back and forth, across her bottom when she walked. I was young enough someone was holding my hand so I wouldn’t fall behind, and I don’t remember much else from that night, or what costume won 1st prize, but I will always enjoy remembering my mom and her costume. She made life fun!ReplyCancel

  • Teri Gammalo - May 7, 2015 - 3:54 pm

    Remember the small single serving cereal boxes?
    my son invited several friends over after school one day while I was at work…
    And yes the entire bundle of assorted cereal delights were gone!ReplyCancel

  • Teddy Jackson - May 7, 2015 - 2:46 pm

    I had two wonderful mothers as I was growing up. My amazingly talented mom, who made most of my clothing, was always pushing me forward. My Norwegian grandmother taught me to cook with a pinch of this and peck of that. She served food so hot that I did not have taste buds until I was a teen. And, when grandma went to town, she would return with the fix-ins for Codfish gravy. Eddie would have loved it. Treasured memories as I am smiling through my tears.ReplyCancel

  • Ann Montgomery - May 7, 2015 - 2:16 pm

    My boys are in their middle 40’s and they are wonderful husband’s and fathers. They’re my best accomplishments. I asked them what motivates them piditively because they didn’t have a good role model father. They said “you, Mother, we love you and don’t want to ever make you sad or cry again.”. They are the best gift from God.ReplyCancel

  • Linda M. Davies - May 7, 2015 - 2:16 pm

    I was lucky enough to grow up with TWO moms! My maternal grandparents lived right next door. Grams was only 45 years older than I, so when my son was born she was a very active great Nonni. Anyway, he was a very big baby at birth – just shy of 2 feet tall. I was breast feeding him on demand and sleep walking through Life since the baby NEVER slept. He had chronic colic and was either nursing or screaming at the top of his lungs. Nonni was convinced he was hungry and not getting enough food. “I feed him CONSTANTLY, Grams!” I wailed. “I can’t even get dressed properly!” She just tsked me and shrugged her shoulders as if to say she’d raised a few kids and knew a thing or two.

    When it was time for my six week checkup, I left the baby with her while I went to the doctor. I left breast milk, express instructions on care and feeding, etc. She rolled her eyes and shooed me out the door. When I returned a few hours later, the inner door to her house was open, but the screen was shut. The house was completely quiet and I desperately hoped to have a quick cup of coffee with her before my son woke and I was ‘back on deck.’ I knocked softly on the door frame so as not to wake him. Nonni’s fog horn voice shouted, “Hang on! I’m in the kitchen!” I cringed, praying she hadn’t woken the baby.

    She unlocked the door and I whispered, “How long has he been sleeping?” Grams glanced at the clock. “About two hours,” she said, her voice booming through the silent house.

    I thought she killed him.

    I ran over to the bassinet where my son was contentedly and – Thank the Lord – SOUNDLY sleeping.

    “How did you get him to sleep?”

    She shrugged again – that wonderfully expressive Italian gesture. “I told you,” she said. “He was hungry.” Then she delivered the coup de grace. “I gave him a meatball.”

    Yep! My grandmother fed my six week old baby an entire meatball. She explained that she “mushed it up real good with the milk you left me.” And he slept for nearly five hours.

    From then on, he got whatever we were eating along with a breast milk chaser. Like Nonni, ‘we mushed it up real good’ in a food processor. And he slept…well, like a baby! Lesson learned: pay attention when moms try to teach you something!ReplyCancel

  • Alana De Fortier - May 7, 2015 - 1:59 pm

    My son was about three years old when some wisdom came to his creative little mind. We were playing around, him clinging to me while I swing hing playfully in circles.” You are my little monkey.” I said lovingly…..”and you are a whale!!!!!!!!!!” he said. Well, I hit the gym the very next day.ReplyCancel

  • Holly Rose - May 7, 2015 - 1:56 pm

    Eddie comes through for all the mamas! Thanks, Fuzz Butt!ReplyCancel

  • Mary Beth Attix Harrison - May 7, 2015 - 1:54 pm

    When my two girls were about 7 and 4 I created a rewards chart to hang on their bedroom door and the cleanliness of their bedroom could earn a star on the chart each night and so many stars would lead to a reward. They were so excited about the chart that the first day they not only cleaned their room better than ever, I discovered they had neatly folded all the dirty laundry in their hamper!ReplyCancel

  • Wendy Trommer - May 7, 2015 - 1:04 pm

    I have no funny stories to share. My children are all furry, but they do send me cards on Mother’s Day. That said? I really want an Eddie apron to paint in. I love his stories and your paintings of him.ReplyCancel

  • Jeri Oliver - May 7, 2015 - 12:45 pm

    I’ve played mom to lots of kids from many different circumstances over the years. One weekend I invited a special little 6 year old boy who was HIV positive to visit our home and stay for the weekend. He lived in an apartment complex in the inner city and had little opportunity to escape his “reality”. I picked him up late in the afternoon and it was night fall when we arrived home so I promptly tucked him into bed. I awoke in the morning to find him standing in his Superman PJ’s at the window, gazing incredulously with enormous brown eyes at the lake out in front of the house. Turning to me he cried, “Jeri, you have the most gigantic swimming pool I ever seen”!ReplyCancel

  • Christine Osgood Holzschuh - May 7, 2015 - 12:34 pm

    When I was 20 my mom and I went to a wedding which was REALLY long and then the food at the reception was held up. Neither mom nor I had eaten all day but they compensated by serving copious amounts of champagne. We had never had a drink before together and we both ended up giggling like little girls!ReplyCancel

  • Susan Galassi - May 7, 2015 - 12:31 pm

    Upon returning home from shopping with son Jay I sneezed in the car and threw my back out. Couldn’t walk so I crawled out of the car and up the path to the house. During that crawl, Jay, at the top of his lungs shouted, “MOM! you drunk again?” Thank goodness we lived in a wooded area and the neighbors were not close enough to hear…I don’t think. We laughed all the way into the house and onto the sofa. Today Jay is a sheriff ‘s deputy and I’m very proud of him.ReplyCancel

  • Julie Hickcox - May 7, 2015 - 12:31 pm

    Wen I was a small child I was VERY shy so when my Mother found out I had made small packets of buttons and sold them to the neighbors for 5 cents, she nearly passed out !!!ReplyCancel

  • Starr Hull - May 7, 2015 - 12:19 pm

    My mother went out to the garage one early, frosty, winter morning to warm up the car in her slip and fur coat only to find herself locked out of the house.ReplyCancel

  • Flynn Gentry-Taylor - May 7, 2015 - 11:57 am

    I remember being in the car with my Mother who did not know how to drive. She wanted to get to the hospital to see my Dad, so decided she could do it. Somehow the car wound up in reverse and we went backwards down the driveway into a pasture. She just said “Don’t Tell Your Dad”..and continued on…ReplyCancel

  • Cindy Strand - May 7, 2015 - 11:27 am

    Mine is a Grandma story…The grandkids are “babysitting” me while the parents are off on holiday. I say that because I am handicapped so they have assignments to help me. The 9 yr old said “Grandma, I just love it when you stay with us. Crippled people are just so much fun!” Now I’m back at my day job while they are in school, herding my 3 terrorist cats into a secure area while painters are in my house…Bella has sequestered herself behind the drawer containing dish towels. I thought the drawer was getting sparsely populated until I pulled it all the way out and there were at least 30 dish towels padding her little hideaway. Dulce totally disappeared and I truly thought he escaped out the door. After hours of searching he stands up and stretches from on TOP of the kitchen cabinets where we looked at least a dozen times. Chica, whom we rescued after she survived hurricane Odile in Mexico, is just walking around like “what’s the big deal?” And so it goes.ReplyCancel

  • Julie Carpenter Mortillaro - May 7, 2015 - 11:10 am

    My mom was watching our 2 year old while my husband went to a wedding and managed to lock herself out of the house while they were playing in the backyard. Instead of calling us (we were minutes away) she walked across the street to the neighbors and called a locksmith. She just happened to be wearing very short shorts and a tank top that were actually pajamas. My mom was still very attractive for her age and after that the lady across the street rarely spoke to me, but her husband was extra nice!ReplyCancel

  • Dreama - May 7, 2015 - 10:52 am

    Just checking in to read all the great stories everyone is sharing—some funny and some very touching and all good to hear!! I so appreciate each of you taking the time to tell a good mom story—makes our hearts glad!

    Big Hugs and Happy Mom’s Day 🙂
    Now I must get back to work….;-)ReplyCancel

  • Grace McKee - May 7, 2015 - 10:16 am

    During her first driving lesson my mother stopped behind a line of cars. The instructor, after 5 minutes asked what she was doing. She thought that the traffic had stopped but in reality she was behind a line of neatly parked cars!ReplyCancel

  • kim - May 7, 2015 - 9:40 am

    You have the best sense of humor.I’m using all your tricks and tools from the workshop. We are so lucky to have you in our lives!ReplyCancel

  • Liz Coyle - May 7, 2015 - 8:47 am

    When my son was 3 years old, he decided to emulate his father and made me breakfast in bed. Sadly, the waffles were made of play-dough, but the OJ was delicious!ReplyCancel

  • Beth McGale - May 7, 2015 - 8:41 am

    It was April Fools day and my boys were 11 and 13 years old. I told them there was a great panties sale and Mom really need some… but I could only get two at that price. So, could they come to the store with me, I would pick out some sweet frilly panties, that they would have to buy for me, so I could get more at that price. With long faces, they got into the car, they didn’t complain, I looked at them both through the rear-view mirror as I backed out the car, their faces said it all. I then turned off the car got out and then said “April Fools”!! They were so happy but so miffed as well. They are both men now but I will always remember my sweet boys, willing to buy panties for their Mom.ReplyCancel

  • Dorothy McLennan - May 7, 2015 - 8:29 am

    I still vividly remember an episode when my son was 8 years old.He presented me with a note from his school.The school was going to do a fund raiser by publishing a cookbook with all the children’s favorite recipes which they would then sell.Would I please send them my son’s favorite dish? As a stay at home mom I was thrilled that all the hours I spent in the kitchen would finally be appreciated.I asked my darling boy what was his favorite.His response-Dad’s barbeque chicken!ReplyCancel

  • Carol - May 7, 2015 - 8:26 am

    As a teacher, I often become ‘school mama’ to many of my students…the ‘best’ school mama story ever is when several of the students from many racial backgrounds were ‘fighting’ over how I could be their mama since I didn’t look like any of my students. The winning comment of that day from a student, ‘I don’t know where it’s at but it is in there somewhere…that’s how I know she’s my mama!’ But as all teachers know, every student we’ve ever taught becomes our own child…I have a very ‘large’ family. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Denise - May 7, 2015 - 8:22 am

    My Mom always had a funny “Auntie Beth” story to tell. One spring Aunty Beth and her husband were taking down the storm windows. Aunty Beth was inside the house, her husband outside on the ladder. One window was stuck so her husband told her to tap the frame gently with a hammer. Of course the window glass broke when she did! Hubby’s face was like a storm cloud so Aunty Beth just reached up and pulled the blind!ReplyCancel

  • Rita Jewett - May 7, 2015 - 7:39 am

    My mom was afraid of storms, so she would bake a cake and we would have a birthday party during a big storm even though it was nobody’s birthday. It was great fun, we always had cake and ice crem during the storms.ReplyCancel

  • Linda White - May 7, 2015 - 7:37 am

    We were in the car traveling to church one day our new baby daughter was wailing in the back seat.
    I turned and asked our four year old son, Scott, if he could
    try to make his sister happy. After pondering that for a minute,
    he replied, “I’m having enough trouble keeping myself happy”
    It tickles me every time I remember his reply.ReplyCancel

  • Vikki - May 7, 2015 - 7:01 am

    Not so much a funny story, but a sweet one. My Mom loved gardening and had terraced her back slope into a wonderful planting area with little secret spots to sit. She would take our two daughters when they were visiting and share her “secret garden” with them. It was reminiscent for her of her original home in Calabria, Italy. I have painted my own “secret garden” in her memory and always have a butterfly bush growing as it was her favorite. Thank you for the joy you constantly spread!ReplyCancel

  • Gretchen Stoudt - May 7, 2015 - 6:50 am

    My sister had made a chocolate cake the night before Mother’s Day and left it on the kitchen counter. The next morning she awoke to find her two year old daughter had pulled it off the counter and was eating it off of the kitchen floor with chocolate smeared all over her face and body. One vision that no one in the family can ever forget when Mom’s Day comes around.ReplyCancel

  • Maggie R. - May 7, 2015 - 6:22 am

    One of my favorite thing to do is to quote my mom. I was 22 when she passed away at the age of 43 but she left me with lots of quotable material. My favorite: Never learn how to milk a cow. Think about it. She also had a snippet of a poem for nearly every event. One of my rainy day favorites: ” It isn’t raining rain to me, it’s raining violets, in every dimpled drop I see wild flowers on each hill.”ReplyCancel

  • Deanna Jaugstetter - May 7, 2015 - 6:08 am

    Hi Dreama! My Mom was a stay at home seamstress in the North Carolina town of Waynesville, N.Carolina. Mom couldn’t afford to have her hair colored at the “beauty parlor” so she colored her own with Nice and Easy bought at the drugstore. After we kids grew up and moved away we always speculated what color Mom’s hair would be on our next visit. On one occasion, my daughter, Chrissy’s graduation from highschool, Mom was having a brief conversation with Chrissy’s boyfriend. The boyfriend came over to my daughter with a puzzled look on his face and said, “Chrissy, is your grandmother’s hair always purple?”ReplyCancel

  • Eileen S - May 7, 2015 - 6:06 am

    I’m a cat mom in need of better birth control. I don’t even have to go looking for cats who need rescue; they come to me. Its as though I’m running the Sullivan Soup Kitchen for Cats plus the Sullivan Home for Damaged & Unwanted Cats. I think the apron is both beautiful and just too funny.

    Love to you and Eddie!ReplyCancel

  • Ellen williams - May 7, 2015 - 6:06 am

    The Eddie apron!ReplyCancel

  • Susan J Stover - May 7, 2015 - 5:56 am

    I love your blog, your artwork and, yes even Eddie’s antics. Actually my cat Punkyn follows him! I would love to win one of these but even if I don’t , I will end up buying one! I hope to be able to take one of your workshops and get to meet you!ReplyCancel

  • Amy Stummer - May 7, 2015 - 5:27 am

    I was on line at a store with my beautiful older sister (by five years) and brother-in-law when the cashier looked up and said to my sis, “Oh my goodness, you look just like my Mom!”. My sister laughingly replied, “If that were true, then you would look like my daughter.” Gesturing to me, the cashier asked, “Well isn’t she your daughter?”. It still makes us laugh to think of it, especially me!ReplyCancel

  • June - May 7, 2015 - 5:07 am

    Shed Happens! I love it!

    Eddie, you are just too witty and too cool…but also, very generous for getting these aprons done up for this very cool giveaway – even though you used your mom’s credit card to do it.

    A bit naughty, but very nice.:)

    Have a great time – both to you, teacher Dreama and all your students in Holland.

    And happy Mother’s Day (from a mom of three fur-kids that I love so very much)ReplyCancel

  • Cynthia Killian Woodruff - May 7, 2015 - 2:18 am

    by Artist Dreama Tolle PerryReplyCancel

  • Arlene Mork - May 7, 2015 - 12:11 am

    My daughter and I have a wonderful relationship, after years of struggle. She has seen me thru several surgeries. The last time, when I was in recovery, I attempted to tell her how much she means to me. She says, “Oh Mom, you always say that when you are on Morphine!”ReplyCancel

  • Mart - May 6, 2015 - 5:01 pm

    Hi Dreama
    I’m just leaving you a story for the contest. Nothing really funny about my Mom Story just other people with kids tell the hubs and I we’re missing out on not having human kids. All we can do is laugh it off. I guess it’s just human nature for people to stick their nose in people’s business… If you want to have kids have kids, you don’t want them don’t. Ultimately it’s no ones business why you have kids or not. I am however a very proud Mom of my two furballs (cats) both rescue’s and they are our children.
    Thanks for sharing Eddie with us.
    Thanks
    MartiReplyCancel

    • Dreama - May 6, 2015 - 9:29 pm

      Thanks for sharing Marti—I bet you’re a great Mom to the “kids” 🙂

      Hugs!
      DreamaReplyCancel

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