If a male was describing the day it would be like this.
First, we went to church. Then we went out to eat. Then we came home.
Yep.
But I'm not a male.
Before we went to church, I came down the stairs all dressed to go and heard loud stage whispers from the kids, "Here she comes!" So sneaky, they are.
I pretended not to hear them.
In the kitchen, Jeff was waiting with a corsage that he sweetly pinned on me and didn't even jab me with the pin.
Church was um...interesting since it was my turn to teach the 4th and 5th grade. Let's just draw a curtain of silence over that sad scene (and breathe a sigh of relief that my turn won't come up for awhile).
We went to lunch at our favorite restaurant because I have a favorite waitress there that I wanted to see. I'm weird like that. She apparently was happy to see me, too, because she paid for my meal. That almost made me cry because she is a single mom who works so hard and it just seemed so wrong that she was working and paying for MY meal on Mother's Day. I'm going to have to figure out a way to bless her with some kind of surprise. (Feel free to help me out with ideas!)
When we got home, I begged, cajoled...then just gave up and ordered the kids to pose with me for a Mother's Day photo. I excused the teen because he seriously cannot STAND to get his photo taken. However, as we were getting organized, he came strolling out and said he would participate as a Mother's Day gift. {This is where I could make some really lame pun about his presence vs. his presents, but I will refrain. I'm nice that way.}
Here are the glorious results.
The teen came sauntering out with an ice cream cone. Oh yes...he did eat it in front of everyone.
His brand of humor...just start turning around in mid-shoot.
First, we went to church. Then we went out to eat. Then we came home.
Yep.
But I'm not a male.
Before we went to church, I came down the stairs all dressed to go and heard loud stage whispers from the kids, "Here she comes!" So sneaky, they are.
I pretended not to hear them.
In the kitchen, Jeff was waiting with a corsage that he sweetly pinned on me and didn't even jab me with the pin.
Church was um...interesting since it was my turn to teach the 4th and 5th grade. Let's just draw a curtain of silence over that sad scene (and breathe a sigh of relief that my turn won't come up for awhile).
We went to lunch at our favorite restaurant because I have a favorite waitress there that I wanted to see. I'm weird like that. She apparently was happy to see me, too, because she paid for my meal. That almost made me cry because she is a single mom who works so hard and it just seemed so wrong that she was working and paying for MY meal on Mother's Day. I'm going to have to figure out a way to bless her with some kind of surprise. (Feel free to help me out with ideas!)
When we got home, I begged, cajoled...then just gave up and ordered the kids to pose with me for a Mother's Day photo. I excused the teen because he seriously cannot STAND to get his photo taken. However, as we were getting organized, he came strolling out and said he would participate as a Mother's Day gift. {This is where I could make some really lame pun about his presence vs. his presents, but I will refrain. I'm nice that way.}
Here are the glorious results.
The teen came sauntering out with an ice cream cone. Oh yes...he did eat it in front of everyone.
His brand of humor...just start turning around in mid-shoot.
And I guess he's done. I have always wanted a photo of his backside anyway.
After so much excitement it was hard to calm down but we decided to play some whiffle ball.
Jake{aka Speedy Gonzalez} knocks out the first pitch
After so much excitement it was hard to calm down but we decided to play some whiffle ball.
Jake{aka Speedy Gonzalez} knocks out the first pitch
"Oh yeah. I'm that good."
Zoey is fierce competitor
She hit one after another!
Nice stance, girlfriend!
The lackluster outfielders quickly lost interest in chasing fly balls
J-Man is a natural
Katie takes a swing but just can't get the job done
Big brother steps in to give her some advice
Su-wing! She hit one after another! Who knew this tiny little thing could be such a slugger?
Poor dad gets the brunt of one of her line drives. {Notice Zoey--ever vigilant in the outfield}
"Sorry! How about a flower?"
