Mother's Day went like this:
Paul was on call. Major bummer. So it was just me and the kiddos. They woke me at 6:30am, just like this -
Noah (jumping on me in bed): "Mom go look in the freezer!"
Alex (also jumping on me in bed): "No Noah, we didn't say Happy Mother's Day yet!"
Me: "Aww, thanks Alex."
Alex: "No mom, I didn't say it yet!"
Me: "Oh, ok. Sorry."
Alex (with a huge smile): "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!"
So the three of us ran to the freezer, where I found a Cold Stone Ice Cream Pie waiting for us. (Paul took the kids to pick it out the night before, while I was out of the house.)
So at approximately 6:35am we all had ice cream pie for breakfast.
I also got some great cards from Paul and the kids. Cards are kind of a big deal around here : )
The rest of the morning was a typical Sunday morning.
Hectic - me trying to get everyone ready for church, and the kids fighting me (and each other) tooth and nail.
I asked Noah if the primary kids were going to sing to the moms in sacrament meeting that day and he said, "I don't know. But if they are I'm NOT doing it." I asked him why and he insisted he was too scared. Ridiculous, because this is the kid who loves to give prayers, scriptures and talks in primary and who complained that his part in last year's primary program wasn't long enough.
I tried everything I could think of.
"All your friends will be up there doing it"
"I'll be so sad if you don't sing to me on Mother's Day"
And a whole lot more.
All I got from that stubborn kid of ours was, "I will NEVER do it. NEVER!"
When we got to church and they announced the primary kids would be singing that day I whispered to Noah, "If you don't go up and sing I guess me and Alex will have to eat the rest of the pie by ourselves."
Noah just stared at me for a moment and then said, "Alright. I changed my mind."
When the primary kids went up to the stand to sing, Noah made sure he was in the back. I could see the teachers getting the youngest kids up to the front where they could be seen but Noah just stepped right back behind the others. But, by adjusting my own position I could just see his face. And what a face! Through the whole song, "Mother I love you" Noah barely moved his mouth and he frowned and glared at me the entire time! I'm not kidding you, the kid was mad and making it very clear.
I found the whole thing hilarious.
The rest of the sunday was a typical sunday. The kids were naughty in sacrament meeting and naughty at home. I kept reminding them, "Don't you know you're supposed to be nice to me on Mother's Day?"
We did, however, go visit Paul at the hospital that afternoon, if only for a short while.
But don't feel too sorry for me.
My real Mother's Day took place the Friday before, on Paul's day off. He made arrangements for our friends to watch the kids (thanks Jacksons and Schafers!) and we spent the day in The Cities, at Mall of America, where I got some much needed maternity clothes, a delicious lunch, and time alone with my husband. It was a wonderful day.
Thank you Paul! You're amazing and I love you.