The fake Rose, the Dirty Bear, and Seaweed

Sunday was Mother's Day. I love Mother's Day, well the truth is, I LOVE all holidays and celebrate them all with gusto!!!! My favorite thing about Mother's Day are the home made (or should I say "school made") gifts I get each year.

Ryan came home with a plaque made from the mold of his hands and a beautiful card made from his finger prints. Tyler came home with 2 great cards each one naming reasons why he loves me.

But one Mother's Day tradition that I love, breakfast in bed, was put off this year due to a change of plans. This year my mom and Tony were leaving on a cruise from Galveston. So instead of a relaxing morning in bed, the plans were to go to early mass (which meant a quick breakfast), and then drive down to Galveston to eat lunch, drop off the grandparents at the ship, take the boys for a walk on the beach to look for sea glass and sea shells, and then head home.

Well all went as planned till we got to the beach. With sand buckets in hand we walked upon a seaweed invested beach. There were no seashells to be found. It was pretty gross. We did make the best of it and took a little walk anyway. Promising that we would be back again this summer and have another chance to play on the beach and look for shells, we left.

On the way out of town we stopped at a gas station for water, snacks, and Gatorade. Daddy came out with a bag of treats in hand AND a little pink rose wrapped in plastic. He handed me the flower and said Happy Mother's Day. I thought this was sweet. My husband is a romantic and often surprises me with flowers (I love them, even if sometimes they are from a gas station or a road side vendor). But this time I busted out laughing when he handed it to me. Not only was it a "gas station rose" but it was a "fake" gas station rose with a very tiny dirty toy bear hot glued to the stem. It even had a scratch and sniff sticker attached to it. Tyler asked to see the flower and said, "daddy it's fake!!!! and dirty!!!). Bless Jon's heart, he had no idea it was a fake rose. He said he was paying for the goodies when he noticed a bucket of roses. At the last minute he saw one pink rose among the others (pink is my favorite)....so he grabbed , handed a couple of bucks to the cashier and left. Not realizing it was fake. We all laughed sooooo hard. Oh he felt so bad. But it's the thought that counts and we got a really good laugh at it....and the boys learned a very valuable lesson, never buy your wife a fake rose at a gas station on Mother's Day.

Gotta luv this face!

I was looking through pictures the other day for a project I was working on. I came across this one of Ryan. What a cutie pie!!!!

Happy Friday!

More craft day pics

From top to bottom:

Tyler's art collage: It says "warm time and live life outside"

Ryan's art collage

My art: although the picture is sideways for some reason....but you get the idea. I hung this in our kitchen and it is a constant reminder of all the things I love.

Craft Day

Saturday morning craft day......the project....make a collage of your favorite things from pictures torn from magazines. Right after breakfast, still donning pjs, we went to work.

My picture consists of my favorite things: flowers, favorite words and sayings, pictures of the boys, if you look really close you will find all of our birthdays and initials.

Tyler choose to tear out colors and make a flower with the pieces.

Ryan tore out pictures of stuffed animals, toys, and such....then had daddy turn his artwork into a table.

Good times!!!!

Easter Eggs

A good friend of mine recommend a new way of coloring eggs for Easter.

1. Boil eggs
2. While eggs are boiling, shave crayons with a cheese grater
3. When eggs are ready, while hot, roll them in the crayon shavings
4. Let cool

The boys had a great time doing this and didn't miss the good old fashioned egg dye. And we think they turned out pretty neat.

Kitten in the Cabinet

We are the proud owners of a new 6 week old kitten…..and last night after kitty proofing our kitchen and laundry room (meaning, I had Jon cut and install tiny pieces of wood around the fridge and washing machine....anywhere I thought he could hide). Well I guess we missed a spot. In the blink of an eye we heard meowing, but couldn’t find him anywhere. Our kitten crawled up and over the toe kick of the new kitchen cabinet in the breakfast nook. The only way we were going to get him out was to cut a hole in the toe kick….which we did. We didn’t tell the boys until after he was back safe with us. And as this was going on….I said to Jon, “doesn’t this scenario sound awfully familiar to you……remember a story about a hamster in the wall!!!”

This story is dedicated to sweet friends of ours who had to cut several holes in there wall to fish out their new pet hamster.