There's a new tradition in my house.
It's where I get myself a little sumfin' sumfin' for Mother's Day. 'Cause I appreciate me. And gosh darn it, someone needs to.
Check out my pitcher and it's new little Mini-Me! (voice rises to annoying squeal)
Olive it. I'm so glad I know my own taste.
So, why do I pick myself out something? Ooooohhhh. . .
last year was kind of a crappy Mother's Day for me. You can read my whiney, babyish nonsense here, where one of my fave bloggy buddies, Lisa, was so kind as to let me vent. Thanks, Lisa. You're a great pal.
But never fear! My 4 children and one man-child got the message loud and clear last year and have made up for it this year.
At this point, I wanna tell my own momma that I appreciate her. 'Preciate-cha. (inside family joke). Love ya, momma.
I had my kids answer this cool questionaire from The Crafting Chicks,
And I definitely got a kick out of their (immediate and non-hesitating) answers.
My mom always says:
"Flush the toilet." and "Don't jump on the couch!"
My mom cooks the best:
Ahem. The only pizza I've ever "cooked" is the kind that comes home in a box, or comes out of the freezer and into the oven.
My mom's job is:
"I have no idea."
Huh. I don't even know where to start with that one.