Mothers Day

I wonder how many posts I have started out with "Life has been crazy around here lately..."?  Well it really has.  If I took the time to write down everything that has gone on I might just feel too inclined to crawl back into bed, so I won't do that.  Instead I will finally post about Mothers Day, even though it was two weeks ago.

It's funny how the dynamics of motherhood change as your children get older.  For my first few Mothers Days I was very young, trying to figure out the whole being a mother thing and expecting Chad to be all elaborate with celebrating me.  That's not his style and so I inevitably ended up disappointed.  Fast forward a few years and I am older and wiser and not expecting the poor guy to jump through hoops to make the day special.  Breakfast in bed?  Not a chance.  Although the boys took it upon themselves a few years ago and came up with an interesting assortment of breakfast like items, complete with a weed in a cup with water that, in their minds, made an excellent flower!

As the years go by and I get wiser, I have started to really look forward to the little cards that the boys make at school for me.  This year was no exception...although Blake forgot to give me his and I finally had to ask him if he did anything for me as I was tucking him in on Mothers Day.  He ran and brought me a paper that I will just type up because it was too funny and my scanner doesn't like me:  (The words in purple are his answers)

My Marvelous Mom

1. If my mom were a flower, she would be a petunia because she loves them. (News to me!)

2. If my mom were a song, she would be Sweethome Alabama because she like to listen to it.

3. If my mom were a super hero, she would be Wonder Woman because she is full of wonders. (I only wish I could rock that outfit!)

4. If my mom were candy, she would be chocklate because she can't resist it. (He got me there.)

5. If my mom were a car, she would be a Van because she has one.  (I do?)

6. If my mom were a color, she would be purple because she loves to wear purple.

7. If my mom were an animal, she would be a cheeta because....(wait for it).....she's very fast at doing the dishes.  (Probably my all-time favorite answer.)

Wow. 

That kid really, uh, gets me?

Here's what Trevor brought me, along with a plate that he made and painted a picture of himself and me ("See Mom, this time you have hair!"):

All About My Mother

My mother's name is Krasten.

She is 24 years old.  She weighs 69 pounds and has light color hair.

I like it when she makes pankaks for dinner.  My mother's favorite thing to do is to spen time wheth famly. 

 I would not trade her for gowing bolling.

I love you, Mom!

Trevor

I love that he is smart enough not to overestimate on the weight thing, always best to stay well under the 100 pound mark!  He also brought me a card that says MOM on the outside and you lift up each letter to see a sentence underneath.

M

My mom tacks me to tikwondo.

O.

My mom lovs when me and my brother remeber to mack my bed.

M

I love you becas you mack me lunch evre day.

Trust Trevor to think with his stomach.

Being awesome is exhausting.

Peace!

I am one lucky woman.

Happy belated Mothers Day!



Tree Down

Up until last Wednesday we had two Bradford Pear trees in our front yard.  In my mind I had affectionately dubbed them Laverne and Shirley.  They stood tall together, blocking the view of the front of our house from our neighbors and anyone driving by.  Last Wednesday morning they had a fight and Mother Nature decided to end it by putting Shirley in a permanent time out. 

We'll miss you Shirley! 

Even though we were going to be sending you off to boarding school sometime this summer anyway, it was kind of nice of Mother Nature to take care of at least half of you!

 I have to say, Laverne is a total attention hog now that you're gone!

Chad wielding our brand new chainsaw.

The removal of Shirley was a whole family event, even Sophie managed to sit in for it.

This is only a small part of the ginormous pile of branches sitting in front of our house.  I couldn't get the whole pile in the picture without standing in the backyard.

Chad put all the stumps on the other side of the driveway and someone came and took them by Monday morning...we're thinking probably for firewood.

The boys insisted on having their picture taken on top of the stump.

Our newly yellow belted Trevor had to bust out some standing crane action.

Looking at these pictures strenthens my resolve to give the boys haircuts before I have to be seen in public with them again.

Blake insisted that Sophie get out to stand by the pile too.

The current view of the front of the house.

Shirley was quite a beast to take apart! 

 I got my first two ticks from her, Kade got one and Trevor had two or three.

I thought it was too funny that Brother Warrick excused Chad due to a "back injury" on Sunday while he was conducting.  I guess it wouldn't have sounded as good to say "And we'd like to excuse Brother McGhie today because he's at home resting his back since it's not used to physical labor anymore."

His back is fine now, by the way. 

It was nothing a muscle relaxer and a few doses of Ibuprofen couldn't handle, and he did say that next time he will cut the stump pieces smaller!