uh....yeah. Remember when I posted that we were having a Princess Party? We prepared for 2 days. We made decorations. (Really, it was so much fun.) My friend Sam helped me decorate while the hubby took Macy to Playhouse Disney. We woke up the next morning. Excitement was in the air. I made lunch fit for a princess. The girls played. They crafted. Then. It. Happened. Macy's sweet smile went from bliss to pissed. Suddenly she declared, "I DO NOT WANT TO BE A PRINCESS ANYMORE!" (sweet Jesus, could this really be the answer to my prayers?) She stomped her foot. And pitched a ROYAL fit. Can anyone say, MORTIFIED? After a stern little talk and a few more times for discipline, we decided the princess party was officially over. But not before we snapped a few shots of the princesses who were READY for a NAP.
...I WON! The ever fabulous McMommy hosted yet another fabu giveaway titled "Grateful Mom Giveaway." She asked for funny posts, not sappy. That was really hard for me given the week I've had. I sat at the computer composing my thoughts, TRYING really hard to be funny. Everything I wrote was just lame. But then, it hit me. So I posted this:
(sung to the tune of Mary had a Little Lamb)
I'm grateful for no more cankles,
No more cankles,
No more cankles,
Praise the Lord the swelling went down
It's gross to have sausage toes.
McMommy used a random number generator, and my number was picked. I secretly fantasize that she did the random number generator until my number appeared. ;) Whatever the method, I am truly grateful to have won! I'm gonna be sportin' my grateful mom digs from ProMom Couture at preschool...y'all better watch out! Stop on over at her blog and read the hilarious submissions she received. They were great!
This has been a few months of FIRSTS for us. Tonight was Macy's first night of Awana. She is officially a CUBBY. I was so proud to see her out there watching intently. Her memory verse is "...God...loved us, and sent His Son...(1 John 4:10)" The presentation of the flags.
Apparently eating her hands makes her comfortable in a group situation.
...And making faces during snack time eases the nerves...
She now knows how to "write" her own name. Lovin' it!
I sat down to write this post about my mother. I have been staring at the computer keyboard for about 5 minutes now. There is so much I want to write about my mother, but I don't even know where to start.
However, I found a few pictures that I thought might allow me to express to blogworld the way I feel about my mom.
I think my mom is beautiful. Not the supermodel type of beautiful. The type of beautiful that draws people to her because she is the "pure" kind of beautiful. People can see her heart before they see her face I believe. She's the kind of beautiful that people want to be. Then, once they see her blue eyes and sincere smile, they have already been won over, because not only is she beautiful on the outside, she is golden on the inside. I love that my mom is comfortable with who she is. She is confident. She doesn't have to prove anything to anybody. She loves to be silly...which I'm sure I rolled my eyes at as a teen, but now, I think even her silliness is beautiful.
Happy Birthday to the most beautiful woman I know, headband and all!
The following picture is one of my most favorite pictures of all. I'm going to try to put into words what I feel when I see this picture, because to me, it speaks so directly to my mother's character. It even gets me a little choked up. Here it goes: My mom is THERE. Always. You need her, she's THERE. While it's not always easy for her, she WANTS to be THERE. When I look at that picture, and I see the confidence Macy has in running into the arms of her Grandma, I see the trust, the love, and the desire for her closeness. Grandma has made her want that closeness by being THERE. I want her closeness because she has always been THERE.
This last picture sums it up for me. Where my mom is, I always want to be. It's her fellowship, her laugh, her cooking, her love, her smile, her shoulder to cry on, her listening ear (even though she is practically deaf), and her character that I crave to be around. She is amazing. I would feel successful if I was even 1/2 the mom my mom is to me.
Happy Birthday Mama. I love you more than "blogwords" could ever say. Hope your day is special.
"A mother is the truest friend we have." ~Washington Irving
Yes my friends. This is orange juice. I have a gallon jug sitting in the fridge. Why you ask? Well. I'm sick. Yup. Sick. How are the kids you wonder? Sick too. The hubby? Well. Can you believe it? Well. So you know what that means...maybe he'll do a little extra laundry for me right? Probably not. This just means extra time to read on the computer about who he might want to trade or pick up for one of his 3 yes, THREE fantasy football leagues. Or, he might surprise me...but I won't hold my breath. So forgive me for not posting lately. I've been a little busy wiping noses. Suctioning noses. Administering meds. AND trying to keep my own nose dry.
But. I know how you can help. Send me a comment today... All you lurkers out there. Send me some bloggy love. This is my pitiful plea. Thanks.