My Perfect Day

My Day (a.k.a. Mother's Day) started out on Wednesday. Carson's preschool class had their annual Mother's Day Tea. It was, as expected, adorable. The children were instructed to seat their mother's at their assigned spot at the table. Carson hid from me, until his teacher forced him to crawl over to me and show me my spot. He's obviously so proud of me. Then they served us turkey wraps, fruit and cookies. Carson threw my napkin at me. In his defense, I sat against the wall surrounded by other mothers. I was tough to reach and he doesn't like contact with strangers. At least he didn't throw the food.

~Lemonade anyone?~

The kids each answered a series of questions about their mom. According to Carson, my name is Brenda. I have blue eyes and brown hair (so far so good). I am ten years old (even better) and my favorite thing to wear is my green shirt (sure). My favorite place to eat is Chronic Taco (I do enjoy it) and my favorite thing to do is play cards with Carson. Interesting. I do love playing games with him, but I'm pretty sure we stick to Chutes and Ladders and Operation Hulk. Still, he knows me pretty well.

~Carce and Miss Tami reading my profile.~

They had a couple of songs prepared for us. Again, adorable. Carson actually sang. Out loud. In front of people. That would have been gift enough for me, but then he gave me a plaster hand print.



~My and my right hand man.~

I had to fight back tears. I have an excuse. One, I'm pregnant and it doesn't take much for the water works to start. Two, I made an almost identical hand print for my mother when I was 5 years old. I can't wait to compare them.

The official Mom's Day was fabulous. Just fabulous. I was awoken at the appropriate time of 7:25am and presented with this...

~Cream cheese french toast, fresh fruit, and yes, chocolates, for breakfast.~

and these...

~My loot. Preston made the beaded keychain and you can see Carson's plaster hand print on the right.~

Then we headed off to church, where I got more chocolate and a very inspiring quote from Abraham Lincoln, "Every thing I am or hope to be, I owe to my mother." The cute cards above, with each of the kiddo's picture, were from Primary. I heart primary.

After church, I was sent to my room, was served "lunch in bed" and left to my own devices. I was left alone all day. I watched what I wanted on T.V. I read. I napped. I read some more.


~Yep. This is how hot I look in the morning. Jealous?~

I did venture downstairs for dinner (tri-tip...mmm). I didn't do one dish (and there weren't any for me to do the next morning). I didn't change one diaper. I didn't have to get one snack, one drink, or put on one movie or cartoon. I wasn't hounded by any squabbling or whining and didn't here the words "Mom! I need you", once. It was the most fabulous day. I was honestly a little bummed to go to bed and realize it was back to reality in the morning.

Thank you, Trevor for such a perfect day of "me" time and thank you, kids for obeying Daddy when he told you to just leave mommy alone. I love you all so much and there is nothing in this world I would rather be doing than being your mommy!