My boys spoil me rotten on Mothers Day. At least they do once they remember that it is Mothers Day.
This twelve year old insisted that he should drive me to church. It just wouldn’t be right for a mother to drive herself on Mothers Day. He is very cautious and slow. By the time we got to the corner of the highway he even noticed that we had three cars following us. That’s a lot of cars for Monteview.
This boy happened to be unusually reverent during church. Being occupied with making a gum wrapper mustache helped pass the time. The littlest boy also entertained himself with his gum wrapper. Except he made a booger picker out of his. Then he tapped the kid on the pew in front of us and said, “Hey, I just touched you with my booger picker”. Sorry Max!!
When I got home Payson told me that he had a gift for me. He held it behind his back.
I closed my eyes.
He gave me this card. And then we hugged. Because that’s what mothers really want on Mothers Day. And then Carson went back to work on emptying the dishwasher.
Payson also wants to make sure that everybody knows that he also gave me a picture frame. It is a paper frame. He saved it from the edges of a coloring page. He cut the picture of the bear out and then taped the edges to create a frame.
I decided we should go outside and take pictures so we could remember what they looked like when they were little.
Then Justin told Payson to knock it off, hurry up and be good. I think Justin was hungry and ready for the Mothers Day meal I prepared. (These really are my favorite kind of pictures. They show the way life really is.)
The baby finally smiled, kind of. And Carson didn’t. Oh well, they are still cute.
As soon as the photo session was over this one had to relieve himself. My advice to you is that you don’t step off the corner area of the deck for awhile. At least until the sprinkler washes. My boys have taken it upon themselves to fertilize the lawn. I wouldn’t be surprised if their names showed up written in the lawn in an extra green color.