I know. This blog is setup to talk about REAL IMPORTANT dad issues. Things that seem to make a family a bonding experience like vomit, farts and poop. Thankfully, we can post today on something that was special and important to the girls….Mother’s Day!
To say that they were excited about things that they made for Mary would be an understatement. The unfortunate part is NONE of my girls can keep a secret from Mary. I think sometimes that she uses some voodoo mind games on them because they will spill the beans. Most of the time she does not need to even ask them a question. It’s like when I did my first confession. I was so scared that the priest was going to come through and whack me on the head, I confessed to things that I did, thought about doing and things that other people did just to make sure I covered it all.
Milana made Mary a oven mitt with her hand prints on it. Could she keep a lid on it? NOPE! While she did not say what it was, she gave enough information that she could figure it out. “Mom, Don’t go in my closet because your Mother’s Day Gift is in there”. Bella is no better, “Mom, I made you [insert item] for [insert special day]. I should have known better than to bring the girls with to get a card but I wanted them to help me pick out something special.
We had some errands to run so we made a stop at the local Walmart. Of course, they have it set up right as you walk in the door with a Mother’s Day display. On it there was plenty of cards. Well, let’s just say, I hope no one takes the front card because the girls beat some of them up pretty good looking inside. Milana wanted a card with a charm on it. “Oh Daddy, let’s get this one! Mommy will love the necklace.” I said, “Milana you mean you want it right?” She said, “No Daddy” then smiled and put the card back. Bella the brute was pulling cards and by the time she got done with them, they looked like origami. We finally decided on this huge “poster board” card. It was big and had flowers on it…just what girls love. As we were driving in the car, I told the girls that they could not mention the card to Mommy. They all agreed! I told them that they would lose 10 stars (reward system in the house). They suggested 20 stars and I agreed to 20. I figured they had it!
As we pulled into the subdivision, I reminded them about their promise and the potential to lose 20 stars. They all said they understood. We parked in the driveway. I pulled everything out except the card…figured I could smuggle it in later for the girls to decorate. I was walking in the door with Bella when she turns to Mary (this is where Mary did her voodoo shit) and says, “Mommy, don’t go in daddy’s car there is something in there for you”. My jaw dropped as I turned towards her. She put her head down and ran past me in the house. I think Bella has a weird form of a truth telling type of tourette’s syndrome. How else do you explain this phenomenon. Voodoo Mary smiled because she knew what had happened and did not say a word.
Well to make a long story short, the kids did a great job on the card and it was presented to Mary along with a gift certificate for a massage at a local “hot spot”. The kids (well mostly me) prepared breakfast for her when she got home from work at 7am. She was given an egg and cheese sandwich on a english muffin. Mia masterminded that treat. Milana and Bella assisted with making pancakes. It turns out Mommy did not want any so the pancakes turned into chocolate chip pancakes for the girls.
Dinner was all in my hands. The girls and I went to the store and picked up some King Crab legs, steak, broccoli and a kale salad. Mommy stayed true to her vegetarian diet and would not eat steak. We spent the first several minutes breaking apart the legs for the kids to have crab and then got to enjoy some ourselves. We stuffed her pretty good and then sent her on her way back to work tonight.
Thanks for being a great mommy and be safe on the mean streets of the county!
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