Mother's Day

Mother's Day... the one day a mother feels entitled to sit back and watch the chaos of her home without lifting a finger. Today I was served breakfast in bed. The menu: cereal and strawberries. Emmry must have felt that was not even close to special enough because next came a plate of blue cotton candy with a fork sticking out the top of it. She was anxious to hand out presents, as she and Dad went out on a date the other night "to the ice cream shop and we didn't go anywhere else at all." So four flowers rounded the corner in the hands of four cute kids accompanied by a pint of black raspberry chip ice cream. Cotton candy on a fork and ice cream, that's quite the breakfast!
When we pulled up at church later that afternoon we found we had two sleeping babies. That is not something you mess with. So we tag teamed sacrament meeting, both hearing bits and pieces until Ryan showed up later with two babes in hand. We're always feeling loved at church as the girls scream uncontrollably when they have to part with us at nursery. Today they sat on my lap for a full 15 minutes to be sure I would not escape while they weren't looking.

Later that night Ryan held his own in the balancing act of preparing dinner and managing kids. By the end of dinner though we were desperate to keep the babies happy in their high chairs, so out came the chocolate chips. It was no surprise that soon the girls were quiet. Maybe a bit too quiet. You know the kind of quiet when you're afraid to look because you don't want to mess up a good thing, but you're a bit worried about what they're doing. Hadley had decided it would be more fun to drop the chocolate chips down the front of her beautiful white church dress and attempt to fish them out the other end. Needless to say there were many that didn't find their way out. Thank goodness it's Mother's Day today!