Mother's Day LB Style

It's Mother's Day, and I'm sitting at home with a sore throat, throbbing ears, and thrush all in my mouth!!!  Of course, things are much improved since this morning.  I've been up since 4:00 a.m. with a puking daughter.  I think the puking has finally subsided, but I've had to change her little panties a few times today.  Yes, my little angel used her best outside voice to remind me (and the other guests) in the restaurant after church that she still had "a little di-ree-yuh."    

Nonetheless, it's Mother's Day and it is a wonderful one...as is every day in LB's life.  I may complain about their shenanigans (mostly my husband's shenanigans), but my family rocks my socks!  I never knew how fragile my heart was until I laid eyes on each of them.  I love them more than ice cream and pedicures! 

My son is so tender-hearted and a real "mama's" boy.  I just dare some skank to try and break his heart!  My daughter is breath-takingly beautiful with an independent spirit.  Believe it or not, she, too, is a "mama's" girl.  She is my little mini-me -- cute and sassy and very determined!  Then there is my husband who keeps our lives in check and who worships the ground I walk on.  I wouldn't have it any other way nor would he.  While his chronic OCD and his uncanny ability to kill my online shopping buzz often bring out the homicidal tendencies crazies in me, he takes care of me like no one else (including myself) could ever do.  I give him a hard time, but I love and admire him.  He's the glue that keeps us together. 

I am so blessed to have all of them in my life.  And you know what??  They feel the same way about me!  I'm one lucky woman.  Just check out all my Mother's Day goodies:

My day hasn't only been covered with puke.  It's been filled with hugs, kisses, and wonderful gifts, too!

I'm no rocket scientist, but I'm pretty sure that is his teacher's handwriting.  I recognize those handprints, though.  Excuse the wrinkles.  I wore it to bed last night.  I <3 that little boy!

Here's another one from my son.  The front of the card said "Thumb Thing Special for Mom."  Again, NOT his handwriting, but the painting is totally all him.  Even Monet had to start somewhere.

Here's something from my 4 year old daughter, G.  It's some type of "pie."  It is actually some scented cotton in a pie pan and covered with brown felt to look like a pie.  Clever, but what the heck do I do with it??  The baby girl was so excited to give it to me, and my heart melted to see her beam with pride.

My house smells so pretty.  I got these lovely roses from my own backyard.  Luckily, the rose bushes were here when we bought the house because I can't grow fungus.  That's just too much work!

My children greeted me at 6:00 a.m. with this damn sweet card!  It is from them and my husband though I'm not sure why JP didn't sign it.  Look at my son's name!  Mama is so proud of him.  He messed up his first "E" but thoughtfully scribbled it out with precision.  The baby girl has an unfair disadvantage with her seven-letter name.  She managed a "G", but Daddy had to kick in the rest.  Maybe that's why he didn't sign.  He was spent after writing the remaining six letters in her name.  Regardless, unless my kids sacrificed their weekly Walmart junk allowance for a silly Hallmark card, I know JP purchased the card.  It's the thought that counts, right?

Mother's Day just doesn't get much better than that, now does it??  I hope you all have a wonderful day, too.