They just keep coming around.
I have a few hugs and kisses left over from Mother's Day so please pick one up before you leave.
Speaking of Mother's Day...
Blog-Stedman reports the following conversation on the way to Target last week sans ME.
Blog-Stedman: Does anyone have any ideas what we should get mom for mother's day?
Blog-Stedman: Should we get her flowers?
Rhett: No. She ALREADY has some.
They ended up settling on separate cards from each boy which were super cute to see and I bought my own Mother's Day present the weekend before when I attended the Go Red for Women charity luncheon and auction - with a little help I was able to nab some silent auction art out from under the noses of two very-watchful, red-clad, highly-coiffed, North-Dallas girls. SCORE!
All in all a fabulous Mother's Day.
Last Thursday a friend and I met to take our collective 5 boys to see a play - Frog and Toad. As you can see from the picture I took in the lobby how excited my boys (the grumpy ones on the left) were that their mother wants to expose them to culture:
What I love about this picture is that my friend's boys actually look HAPPY. Oh, and Rhett...he is always willing to participate. He ended up hanging out with the enthusiastic two for the rest of the morning. No one, not even a three year old likes un-cultured storm clouds.
After the play we went to the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens, but before you think we are completely TORTURING 5 small boys let me mention that there are large areas to run, fountains to play in and a kids learning area which includes this question...
The boys were in heaven.
What is up with Holly's Coccyx?
Let's find out who is Peep of the Week!
I could tell it was you. Even without the shorty pajamas and beaver trap.Thanks for the reality check ThreeUnderTwo...I thought my shorty pajamas and beaver traps hid my extra wide hips and pointy football player shoulders. Great...I am off to write in to What Not to Wear.
And just because it is pretty...
What is in Holly's fruit bowl?
22 cloves of garlic.
May your Monday be absent of uncultured storm clouds.
Please take a clove of garlic with you...and don't forget your hugs and kisses...