Day 241: Your Mother’s Day Celebration

May 30, 2012

Due to my Mother’s Day faux pas, we decided to celebrate Mother’s Day on May 25th.

The kids woke up extra early, for some unknown reason, so I let you sleep in while I watched them and made your breakfast. What was on the menu? Eggs in a bread bowl. I took a round loaf of bread from Trader Joe’s, hollowed it out, and filled it with eggs, feta, prosciutto, and basil. I then baked it for 50 minutes. Here she is:

Along with your bread bowl, I served you watermelon, cherries, orange juice, and tea:

You absolutely loved your breakfast. Afterwards, I told you to take a shower and get dressed and to take as much time as you needed. When you were done, I handed you your gift certificate for a professional massage and sent you out the door.

When you were gone, the girls and I made you your pictures using water colors, paint, dry noodles, and cheerios. They  had so much fun doing something special for you while being creative at the same time.

You came back from your massage very relaxed, yet a little giddy. For the rest of the day, you didn’t stop talking about it.

For lunch, I made us a picnic. I planned on taking us to the duck-and-turtle park, but Saturday was really windy. So we had our picnic in our front yard.

After lunch, I let you take a nap while I watched the kids. Eventually, we all fell asleep.

I had another thing planned for the evening, but I learned that we had a graduation party to attend. So, I put that on hold.

I hope you enjoyed your “Mother’s Day.” It might seem a little like my penance for taking you to Chuck E. Cheese’s, but really, I did it from a sincere heart because I love you. You’re a great mom and you deserved this day.

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Day 74: Afternoon Omelets

December 13, 2011

I made everyone omelets when I came home from church on Sunday. (You guys couldn’t go, but I had to.) Yours I made special: I put sweet Italian chicken sausage, bacon, cheddar, feta, and sun-dried tomatoes in it, and sour cream and salsa on top. You said you felt like you were at a restaurant with the good food and great service. When dinner came around, you only ate a salad because you were still full from your omelet.

When I took this picture (sorry it’s blurry) you asked why I was taking a picture of your food. I replied, “Documentation purposes,” and you said, “Okay . . . weird.” (I just noticed how much sour cream I put on it. Wow!)