Showing posts with label mother's day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother's day. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Mine
I took the kiddos out last weekend to see if I could get some shots that would be worth putting into a Mother's Day card for the grandparents. And when I look at these pictures, I just think I must be the luckiest mom alive. Each child is so different, but so perfect in their own way. Gosh, I love them.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I'm The Mom, I Do My Job
For Mother's Day I usually feel a little self- conscious about all the hoopla surrounding the fact that I do my job. The kids just get stickers when they do theirs. I get presents. Here's my take:
From Michael:
An teensey tiny I-Pod Shuffle. It will be so much better for my run than the 20 Gig brick I've been hauling around on my arm sheathed in a sweaty neoprene band.
A pancake Sunday dinner. Anytime I don't have to cook is a-okay with me.
A couple of wins at Super Mario Smash Brothers on the Wii. (He beat me a couple of times too, I guess.)
Yeah. We got a Wii last month. We just barely told the kids about it. They still haven't played it yet, but Michael and I get it out every night after they go to bed. What kind of parents are we??? Well, I guess we are the kind of parents who want their kids to know what earning $250 (the sticker price of a Wii) feels like. They've been doing jobs to fill up a 250 spot sticker chart for a few months now. It's almost full, and then Michael and I will have to share.
From Seth: Hugs, cards and an appliqued kitchen towel that he embroidered himself. With his very own two little hands. His school teacher is a saint.
From Alice: A ream of drawings illustrating how I am the "Best Mom Ever" (now my official title, feel free to call me BME for short) and two cutesy-patootsie refrigerator magnets that she made at preschool. Her school also had a mother's tea. She pulled out my chair to seat me, served my food and sang "You Are my Sunshine" with the class while I staged a valiant effort not to cry.
From Thomas: Wet crib sheets from when he disrobed in the night (sometime after I checked him at 11:00pm) and opted to take off his diaper too. A handful of pennies in the toilet. Two time-outs for hitting. Toothpaste on three doorknobs. A full bowl of applesauce on the floor. Elmo stickers on my Sunday dress. Original artwork in pencil on the handrail downstairs. Plus a hug and a card with handwriting that looked suspiciously like his father's.
All in all, I'd say it was a pretty great day. Hope your Mother's Day was as excellent as mine!
From Michael:
An teensey tiny I-Pod Shuffle. It will be so much better for my run than the 20 Gig brick I've been hauling around on my arm sheathed in a sweaty neoprene band.
A pancake Sunday dinner. Anytime I don't have to cook is a-okay with me.
A couple of wins at Super Mario Smash Brothers on the Wii. (He beat me a couple of times too, I guess.)
Yeah. We got a Wii last month. We just barely told the kids about it. They still haven't played it yet, but Michael and I get it out every night after they go to bed. What kind of parents are we??? Well, I guess we are the kind of parents who want their kids to know what earning $250 (the sticker price of a Wii) feels like. They've been doing jobs to fill up a 250 spot sticker chart for a few months now. It's almost full, and then Michael and I will have to share.
From Seth: Hugs, cards and an appliqued kitchen towel that he embroidered himself. With his very own two little hands. His school teacher is a saint.
From Alice: A ream of drawings illustrating how I am the "Best Mom Ever" (now my official title, feel free to call me BME for short) and two cutesy-patootsie refrigerator magnets that she made at preschool. Her school also had a mother's tea. She pulled out my chair to seat me, served my food and sang "You Are my Sunshine" with the class while I staged a valiant effort not to cry.
From Thomas: Wet crib sheets from when he disrobed in the night (sometime after I checked him at 11:00pm) and opted to take off his diaper too. A handful of pennies in the toilet. Two time-outs for hitting. Toothpaste on three doorknobs. A full bowl of applesauce on the floor. Elmo stickers on my Sunday dress. Original artwork in pencil on the handrail downstairs. Plus a hug and a card with handwriting that looked suspiciously like his father's.
All in all, I'd say it was a pretty great day. Hope your Mother's Day was as excellent as mine!
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