This is what my kids made for me when I was away at CKU. Daddy helped.
So I am off scrapping my little heart out and I call home. All three boys are busting to talk to me. Each conversation goes something like this: "Hi Mommy! I miss you. I love you. Daddy let us play in the rain."
Then the next squealer would get on the phone. "Hi Mommy! Guess what Daddy did today? He let us play in the rain!" Etc. Etc. Etc. That was better than the first night when I was there and they put Max on the phone. I was in a scrapbook store on my cell phone. Max, upon hearing my voice, burst out into loud sobs. All the Mommies within 20 feet of me could hear it. No one came to get him off the phone for what seemed like forever. They said he seemed happy until he heard my voice.
So 1. he didn't even notice I was gone 2. let's not let that happen again lest we want a sobbing Mommy. So on my way home, I call to give the team a heads up. Max gets on the phone, "Mommmmy! We are making you a pwesant! It is a secwet! It is a tropheeeey!" David in the back ground says, "Max, you block head!"
Did Daddy let you watch Charlie Brown too?
So I arrive home to happy family. I am presented the trophy. Did I act like the World's Best Mommy? No sir. I fell far short. I acted like a tired, cranky lady with no energy or interest in playing...or even being very nice. The judges conferred and let me keep the title...and the trophy. They should get trophies. But they will take a handful of M&M's just the same:) kelli