He wanted to be the line leader. Fine enough, until I started jogging... and he did not keep up. Which meant I was the line leader. Who knew a nearly 3 year old could scream & cry for .7 miles? Well, I know and so does our neighborhood. The man outside watering his freshly planted tree must have wondered about us. We finally made it home. Straight to his room he had to go. I was greeted by the most beautiful sunshine coloring page and a smiling face.
While getting dressed for church, Erin asked to see the singing bunnies in the Christmas shoeboxes. Sounds of "Jesus loves me" filled the small bathroom.
Later, more cries..Smears of snot on church clothes...Claims of "I'm bigger - I not little." Apparently not too big to stay home with Dad to get a much needed nap.
Erin and I had a chance to check out the new flowers that bloomed. Her sunflower we have been anticipating...the first daylilly of the year.
We ventured off to church. It was my turn to teach her class. Thank the good Lord the other mom assigned to my class showed up. Ten children are fine on a good day, but there are always a couple of boys in there who are not on their "good day" to say the least.
We made it back home and had time for lunch and a little playtime break before visiting Mom. Also time for more meltdowns, this time from Erin who was clearly disappointed that we would not be purchasing frozen confections from the ice cream man. Must he pass every day and stir up my children? Apparently, he does.
I must say the visit to Mom's went very well. Everyone was on their best behavior. We walked in the woods, spotted a snake, some turkey tracks, and got our feet quite dusty.
Back home to cook a quick supper of chicken fettucine, more bike rides, the smell of boiling crawfish, baths and bed. It's after 9:00 pm and all is quiet.
And with God's grace I will get to do it all over again tomorrow, hopefully with improvements.
This is mother's day. Every day.