After church we ate at my favorite restaurant. The sun was nice and warm, so in spite of a fairly long wait (anything over fifteen minutes is long with kids), we maintained our composure as we waited for our table. Breakfast did not disappoint.
Amanda presented me with her project--a card printed with all of her new fancy computer techniques (she loves to use fonts, WordArt, colors and clipart in Word). There were some graphics on the right side, but down the left side was an acrostic:
J -- Jazzy mommy!!!!
E -- Every day I love you.
N -- Never be mean to my mom!
N -- Never stops loving!
I -- Interestingly sweet.
F -- Family Person
E -- Every day you help me.
R -- Really, you're a great mom!! !! !!
Really, it's my pleasure.
It reminds me of the Mother's Day which fell a couple of weeks before Kyle was born. I woke up early that morning, and Terry wasn't in bed with me. Apparently I was sleeping the sleep of a woman in her third trimester (when she is actually able to sleep), and never heard Amanda come into our room after she had thrown up. I didn't hear all of the sheet changing and toilet flushing either. Now there are a lot of things that my husband does, but sick duty is not normally one of them. He didn't want me and the baby to catch it, so he gladly took over.
I found him on the sofa in the TV room outside her bedroom, where he ended up resting after it was obvious that this was going to keep happening every hour or so. I convinced him to go back to bed, since he hadn't really slept, and took his post on the sofa. By that time the worst had passed. When he went to church the next morning so that he could teach his Sunday School class, I gladly stayed home and cuddled the creature who helped me earn the title of Mother. It seemed a fitting way to celebrate the day.
One of the ways I invoked my Queen for the Day title yesterday was by playing a round of the All Aboard Thomas Game (Go Fish with Engines) with Terry, Kyle, and Amanda. Not necessarily the most pampering or self-indulgent way to spend a day, but it seemed a fitting way to celebrate.