Happy Mother's Day!

This has been a busy week/weekend, but first I have to pay tribute to my mom and my kids who make me a mom, and my good hubby!
I'm very grateful for my mom, she taught me and loved me and worked harder than I knew (until I had my own experiences with those kind of days!) and I took her for granted way, way too much. She not only loved all of us crazy kids, but she liked us, and still does. She even likes our kids! My mom is creative and taught me to sew for 4-H. She made me unpick things until I got it right...which I hated...but now when my projects are crooked I feel guilty until I unpick them and start again (usually!). If I need help with colors or patterns or arrangements, mom always gives good advice, and if I don't follow it, I regret it (I still want to repaint the trim in the boy's room, the color I picked isn't quite what I wanted, should'a listened to Mom). I love my mom and can't imagine not having her around to vent to, ask for help, or just chat with every week. Happy Mom's Day to you!
I'm grateful that I am a mom. Yes, there are days when I scream (too many), there are days when I just want to drive somewhere quiet for two hours, there are days when I think I must be insane to have so many little quacking ducklings around me. But then Felicity gives me a hug and tells me I'm the best mom ever, and Caleb wants to snuggle and read a story, and Joseph does his funny dance before showering me with kisses, and Seth hugs my leg and says "My mommy!" Even the little girl I haven't met yet does a little dance when I first get up in the morning, making me smile. Heartful moments. I don't know why Heavenly Father gave me these guys, why I've had an (comparatively) easy path in motherhood. But I'm grateful. Every day. Even on those days. You know what I'm talking about.
I'm grateful for my husband. Being a mom without him would be the hardest thing, I can't even contemplate it. Today he let me sleep in (on a Sunday, with church at 9:00, with four wiggly kids to feed and make presentable), gave me breakfast in bed, co-taught Joseph's class--about TEN four and five year olds...yeah, that's what I thought--so the regular teachers could go to Relief Society, let me take a nap while making lasagna, homemade crescent rolls, chocolate cake with homemade chocolate icing, and a yummy green salad, and even let me type for awhile on this thing. And he even let me talk him into painting the house. He loves me even when I'm in tears, and helps me focus on what's important. He balances my more insane moments. He lets me stay at home and be a mom while he works hard all day and still washes the dishes every night. I love you Farris!
Here's a link for a great mom moment: http://www.godvine.com/Pregnant-Women-Celebrate-Life-as-a-Flash-Mob-409.html
I wanted to put the video on here, but it wouldn't let me. Two thoughts I had while watching it: I cannot do that right now and Did any of them go into labor right after this? Joseph was dancing to it and Felicity thought I would be great at it.

This week was a little crazy. Luckily, Seth has decided he's a super hero and has been wearing his cape all day, everywhere (I did convince him to take it off for church, but he cries when we take it off for bed. Great present, Cindi!) so if I needed a hand with any thing, I had my Super Seth right beside me. Tuesday was Preschool at my house. My last week, sad, but also a big Wheeeeeww. Melissa came to visit and we went to Felicity's track meet at the high school and ate a picnic lunch. The day was beautiful--hurrah--and we got a little sun burnt. Felicity picked the 50 Meter Dash because "it's the shortest." She did call it the 50 Mile dash, which I don't think would be much of a dash. She also did the long jump and the softball throw. I think she liked the long jump the best, she practiced in our kitchen quite a bit. Thursday was preschool again, and again the weather was so nice we spent a lot of time outside. They all recognize the letter X anyway, right? That night we prepped the house for painting! Which is good, one of Felicity's friends, when she saw the SEVEN paint samples we tried out on the walls said "Oh! Are you going to paint your house in stripes?" No, I just can't make up my mind. We finally went with Cottage Walk, which doesn't describe it much, but it's a tan with a tint of green to it. So Friday Farris came home about 3:00 and we got to work. Then on Saturday (after a little yard sale-ing, of course) we worked and worked some more. All we have left now is one more coat on the front and then the trim, doors, and shutters. And maybe the foundation. It had been painted the yucky blue, so we'll probably have to paint it, too. And our shed. So we still have a lot left to do, but we're getting there! And it's so nice. But I do think I'll be all painted out when this project is finished. Then it's off to the garden! If it doesn't snow anymore anyway...

P.S. Seth just had me kiss his little basketball because "it has an owie." My kisses are powerful medicine. Mother's Day moment, right there.