Mothers Day with cold Bologna

I woke up to the sounds of my husband and 2 boys making me breakfast. I smiled and rolled over and waited for them to come to my room. They brought the little tray with my favorite eggs over easy, a nutella/banana stuffed crepe, and ground sausage just sitting on the side (that one seemed random) with a tall glass of milk and toast. They were so excited and proud of themselves. They watched me eat my meal and gave me the cards they made for me. Michael is so good at encouraging them to write things from their hearts, so thats what I got. Tyler drew a picture of he and I holding a heart. Matthew said he liked it when I cheer for him at soccer games (the day before I got weird looks from the coach because I was screaming like crazy when he kicked the ball) On Alyssa's card it says she'll try not to say potty words (she loves my reaction when she says poop, now its a game we play). Then, even though I am not his mom, Michael wrote an encouraging letter that made me laugh when he said he thinks its hilarious that our kids know the current songs because I sing them with them.

We had to wake Alyssa up for our 9am church and we made it just in time. I was grateful that Michael saw what it meant to me and that he chose to skip his morning meetings that probably should have just been cancelled.

We have loooong Sunday afternoons. Sometimes we have company over, but others we play games, relax, write in journals, watch church movies, etc. We opened up the game "whoonu" which is mostly a game for older people. We helped the boys read the cards and they really liked it. I liked that with each round, every person gets a chip/point, it is just a matter if you get a chip with a 1 on it or a 6. They were just excited to get chips. At the end you tally up the points on your chips. Anyway, on one of Matthew's turns, he had just run to the fridge to grab a favorite delectable treat of a slice of cold bologna. Upon his turn, he needed a place to set his cold bologna, and he decided my leg was the perfect spot. The cold startled me and I shrieked and I handed it back to him where laughter erupted. Times like these where we are all sitting together as a family laughing are what make being a mother so enjoyable.

Here is the bracelet and charms given to me by my fam...bracelet from Michael, butterfly from Alyssa, Texas from Matthew, and camera from Tyler. I love it! I have to get them attached at the place of purchase.
In the evening, we had real bologna, from the likes of Italy. Our friends had us over for Italian pizza and I was amazed that they cook the pizza's at 550 degrees and for only 5 minutes. Michael and I and the kids LOVED it, which surprised us b/c we love our americanized pizza.

I am grateful for my mother who taught me the importance of family. It was important for her to stay home with us kids, and drive us to and fro to our various activities, while still keeping a home filled with love and teaching us the gospel. I plan to do the same for my little chiclets. I love being a mom, through all of its difficulties, the joys far outweigh the pains.