Mudder's Day

My Mother's Day was... kind of a normal day. Ben did get me some flowers the night before, though:

And he let me get some gladiola bulbs the next day. They're underground now, but hopefully they'll look like this in August:

Pretty, pretty, pretty. My great-grandma loved gladiolas. She called them "glads."

The normal part of my day - no time to get myself ready. No hair, no makeup. Sad:

Also normal - having to do the dang dishes. I can't ever get out of that one. Ben and I battle about that often.

I got a cute corsage at church, though. And some telstars:

And I felt special because I wore my favorite preggy shirt.

Me and the kiddos:

Sadie designed her hairdo that day. She told me she wanted two braids that hung right next to her cheeks. I obliged.

Dyls gave me the cutest little card thing he made at school:

Some observations:

1. It's nice to know that me being special is conditional upon whether or not I bring candy home from work.

2. Apparently, one of my talents is washing dishes.

3. Dylan doesn't own any puppets. He completely made that up. Sometimes I think he's a pathological liar.

Oh, and I forgot - Ben also made breakfast. That was awesome. He's a good man.