I remember my first Mother's Day. The entire week before, I wondered what kind of corsage Nathan would get for me to sport to church. As Friday slipped into Saturday, I realized that he was not aware of this tradition and on further contemplation, I realized no mothers at our church wore corsages. I wasn't disappointed or sad, but just curious how that tradition fell from popularity. My father still gets my mother her "blossom" every year. I noticed yesterday a lone mother with a beautiful corsage and smiled. She has five kids.
Instead of a corsage, I was showered with affection and two fabulous meals. Which is so much better. Carter labored for some time with his dad on some coupons for me to cash in this year. Four hours of girl time. Hugs and kisses - more kisses because Carter thinks kisses are better. One coupon was for picking up all the toys from the floor. I beamed at Nathan and said "If I turn in this coupon, I get to pick up all the toys from the floor??!!" Note to self: A sense of humor is not allowed on Mother's Day. I tried my oddball humor all day with mixed reviews. The best part was capping off the day by watching "Star Wars" on tv with Carter and Will. Carter's been playing "stoom trooper" all morning with the exception when he was "Sky Luker." I could be whomever I wanted, even a boy, except that when I tried to be Obi Wan Kenobi, I was told I should be the Han Solo. Though I protested that I wanted to be a Jedi, I was firmly relegated to the role of "that rocket driver."
Saturday's soccer game was more eventful than usual. Our team has some good players and we normally win convincingly. But Saturday's opponent was a rematch versus the only team who has beaten us. The Omegas. It was the most competitive match we played this season. But that is not where the action lie. No, Carter, who is spotty in the attention he can give to soccer, said something to one of his female teammates. The next thing I know, she shoulder flips him to the ground in one smooth motion. She obviously had practice at this move. Carter was indignant, and if I were a better mother I wouldn't have laughed as hard as I did. Carter insisted that she hurt his arm, though he didn't act like his arm was injured. He was unable to speak of the event for the rest of the day without being overcome by the sting of the original insult. Finally, on Sunday, I was able to get him to calmly tell me what happened. Here's his version: "I just said to her 'I've wrestled before.' and her wrestled me right to the ground. She's stronger than you, Daddy!" Good move, because Nathan's masculinity was thusly challenged and he responded "We'll see about that!" We'll never know what really happened but here's a picture of the two of them before it happened.
Moving on to Will. What a sweet cutie he is. Okay, okay. He's not sweet and cute all the time. In fact, he drives me crazy at least once a day. But God made him so beautiful that I normally can't even remember that when he is sitting in my lap and cuddling. He wore his big brother's "Fastest Kid in Town" t-shirt and I was astounded at how old he looks now. I guess he's making his move out of the baby stage and into full toddlerhood. I have so much fun watching as he tries to figure out the world. And I'm fully enjoying his mohawk mullet.
Instead of a corsage, I was showered with affection and two fabulous meals. Which is so much better. Carter labored for some time with his dad on some coupons for me to cash in this year. Four hours of girl time. Hugs and kisses - more kisses because Carter thinks kisses are better. One coupon was for picking up all the toys from the floor. I beamed at Nathan and said "If I turn in this coupon, I get to pick up all the toys from the floor??!!" Note to self: A sense of humor is not allowed on Mother's Day. I tried my oddball humor all day with mixed reviews. The best part was capping off the day by watching "Star Wars" on tv with Carter and Will. Carter's been playing "stoom trooper" all morning with the exception when he was "Sky Luker." I could be whomever I wanted, even a boy, except that when I tried to be Obi Wan Kenobi, I was told I should be the Han Solo. Though I protested that I wanted to be a Jedi, I was firmly relegated to the role of "that rocket driver."
Saturday's soccer game was more eventful than usual. Our team has some good players and we normally win convincingly. But Saturday's opponent was a rematch versus the only team who has beaten us. The Omegas. It was the most competitive match we played this season. But that is not where the action lie. No, Carter, who is spotty in the attention he can give to soccer, said something to one of his female teammates. The next thing I know, she shoulder flips him to the ground in one smooth motion. She obviously had practice at this move. Carter was indignant, and if I were a better mother I wouldn't have laughed as hard as I did. Carter insisted that she hurt his arm, though he didn't act like his arm was injured. He was unable to speak of the event for the rest of the day without being overcome by the sting of the original insult. Finally, on Sunday, I was able to get him to calmly tell me what happened. Here's his version: "I just said to her 'I've wrestled before.' and her wrestled me right to the ground. She's stronger than you, Daddy!" Good move, because Nathan's masculinity was thusly challenged and he responded "We'll see about that!" We'll never know what really happened but here's a picture of the two of them before it happened.
Moving on to Will. What a sweet cutie he is. Okay, okay. He's not sweet and cute all the time. In fact, he drives me crazy at least once a day. But God made him so beautiful that I normally can't even remember that when he is sitting in my lap and cuddling. He wore his big brother's "Fastest Kid in Town" t-shirt and I was astounded at how old he looks now. I guess he's making his move out of the baby stage and into full toddlerhood. I have so much fun watching as he tries to figure out the world. And I'm fully enjoying his mohawk mullet.
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