Mother's Day Et Cetera

Happy (late) Mother's Day to you!

This picture is Calvin's beautiful ink and crayon drawing of flowers - you should have seen the meticulousness with which he drew the seeds in the center. I love them.

And this post is where I exercise my mother's prerogative and write miscellaneous stuff mostly for me.

I had a fabulous Mother's Day. David gave me a beautiful corsage for me to wear to church. I hope that will be a tradition - you know, once you grow up there just aren't many corsage-wearing occasions. And what better reason to wear one than being a mom, huh?

The little boys picked out a squirrel-proof bird feeder to hang outside our window. It was Calvin's idea ("Mom really loves the birds, you know".) David took them shopping on Saturday, explained to them that it was a surprise and not to tell, then Henry burst through the door when they got home and told.

David cleaned all weekend, rearranged furniture for me, let me take naps and sleep in, plus made some scrumptious salads for Sunday dinner. I was feeling nostalgic for my grandma, so I commisioned him to make her recipe for potato salad and frog eye salad, and my favorite thing ever, mozzarella-basil-tomato salad. And he also whipped up a darn good chocolate cake.

The greatest thing is that we took all the sides and went over to Auntie S's, where Uncle K had grilled up some chicken and fabulous vegetables, the older kids watched the little ones, and Auntie S and I sat and did nothing but talk while we waited for dinner, then they also did all the clean-up. Very nice.

Meanwhile, I continue to gestate. What I am most enjoying is when Henry tells me I have something on my shirt on the lower side of my belly where I can't see. He's really looking out for me. I also like Calvin telling me that this baby needs to be born. Soon.

I have had a hey-day buying onesies for the new little man. I personally cannot think of anything much more adorable than fat thighs and dimpled knees, and onesies really show them off. One of the perks to having a newborn in summertime. I can taste them already.

I have noticed on the sizing of baby items that it appears I will be giving birth to a three month old. Calvin was 8 pounds 11 ounces and Henry was 9 pounds 6 ounces. I don't anticipate this boy being smaller. Perhaps I should host a little bloggy guessing pool...hmmmm...I could think up a prize for the blog friend who guesses closest to his birth weight. And YOU all could think up a prize for ME if I deliver a ten-pounder. Whaddaya say?

I had in mind to post a bit more about Calvin and Henry (there have been some doozies the last couple days), but I think I'll put it in another post.

I have some leftover chocolate cake to go eat.