Happy mother's day to all you mothers out there! Hope it was a relaxing day! We've had a fun weekend. We had Larry and Vicki (Damon's parents) over for dinner Saturday night. We had fun eating dinner outside on the deck, on our picnic table. The boys entertained us with their wagon rides down the little hills in our backyard. (See earlier post.) Today I received some homemade presents from Will. He made me a little book at school that made me feel very special. It's called, "I Love You." It has fill in the blank statements like, "Thanks for helping me...feel better when I am sick. I love it when you...care about me by making my favorite snack. You make me feel special when you...say good job to me." He also made me a card that has the little home-made-accordian-fold-pop-ups inside. I always used to make cards like that when I was little, so it's good to see that the art is alive and well! Damon got me an hour long maternity massage from a local spa! I'm looking forward to this so much! He knows how much my back and sciatic nerves have been killing me! Half the time I hobble around here like an old woman! After church we got some fried chicken and salads and headed out to Kent park for a picnic with my side of the family. Even Emily joined us via cell-phone! We brought some outdoor toys and the kids ran around and had fun. Then we came home and I took a nap. It was a relaxing day!
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What a great day, lots of great memories!
That sounds like a great day! We decided that as our gift the guys should cook for lunch and they did a great job! It was nice to just sit down and eat. We have great hubbies.
FUN! I wish I could have been there in person! Noah looks like he was up to something!
Yeah, Em, one of my boys was crying and Noah comes running over shrugging his shoulders. He looks guilty, but he really didn't have anything to do with it. This picture is actually him re-enacting the shrug - which by the way was his idea. He was like oh, you want me to do it again, so you can take my picture?
SWEET, Noah's not afraid of the blog.
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