Mother's Day
My lovely family did actually squeeze in a mother's day dinner on Saturday. We had the house mostly clean upstairs and all packed, so we went to the farmers' market for lunch and sat out in the sun. We forced the kids to jump on the trampoline, knowing that they couldn't jump or yell or run screaming around the apartment in Vienna. Then they took me to Thai food and gave me great skincare gifts for the trip and a box of truffles from Sees for sanity. Will also made me a fantastic vase with flower pens and Maddie wrote the following poem:
Dear Mom,
Roses are red, most smell pretty good,
You're an awesome mom, and you make good food.
No twinkies, no corn dogs, no junk food at all,
Your food tastes delecious and portions arn't small.
You also really love us, and we really love you,
I know that sometimes I can be a big poo.
Love,
Maddie
I love it! I love it as much as my aunt's, when cousin Reed called her "Beautiful as a baby orca whale".
Dear Mom,
Roses are red, most smell pretty good,
You're an awesome mom, and you make good food.
No twinkies, no corn dogs, no junk food at all,
Your food tastes delecious and portions arn't small.
You also really love us, and we really love you,
I know that sometimes I can be a big poo.
Love,
Maddie
I love it! I love it as much as my aunt's, when cousin Reed called her "Beautiful as a baby orca whale".
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