As per usual, Sunday morning was spent at church. Spencer and Josh behaved. Cole and Tess did not. In fact, Tess decided to be a bit ornerier than normal, in honor of it being Mother's Day and all.
Tess loves her mommy. A LOT. As in, it took her just about three days to be willing to be held by grandpa and grandma. She'd be happy for a few minutes at first, and then realize that it was not me holding her. Then... ANGRY TESS. Fortunately, grandma and grandpa are not easily insulted by such rude baby behavior.
That afternoon I finally remembered to take some pictures of the early Mother's Day gifts I received.
Lance gave me some hostas.
Tess gave me some hydrangeas.
They look kinda small and silly now, but give 'em time and they'll fill in the space.
Spencer got me a Granny Smith apple tree, Josh got me a Gala apple tree, and Cole got me a peach tree. But only Josh was willing to pose for the camera.
Ah, yes, the ol' Madsen orchard. Or so it will be called 20 years from now.
A big thank you to Lance, who not only allowed me to go by MYSELF to choose all my Mother's Day gifts, but he also provided all of the hole digging and filling. He's a mighty fine husband.
In honor of Mother's Day, Grandpa cooked dinner. We had ham and macaroni and cheese and a yummy broccoli salad. This was a very kid-friendly menu, which meant there was no complaining, which made mommy very happy. For dessert he made a yummy raspberry chocolate cobbler and homemade vanilla ice cream - in my brand new no-ice-needed ICE CREAM MAKER!! Woo-hoo! You know what we'll be eating all summer. (Yes, rice crispie treats.) ((NO! Homemade ice cream!))
Josh wanted to help Grandpa with the ice cream. And by help I mean get in the way, try to stick his fingers in it, and whine until it was done. Good job, Josh.
Monday was the last day of preschool. It was also the day I needed to pick strawberries at the local u-pick farm. Susie, who was sick with some sort of awful cold the whole trip, graciously and bravely agreed to come with me. What a trooper! In just less than an hour we picked 23 pounds! I think we probably could have gotten more, but for the last 15 minutes Tess whined and cried and demanded to be held ONLY by mommy.
The afternoon was spent cutting up strawberries, snacking on strawberries, and trying to stop the kids from making themselves sick by eating too many strawberries.
Tuesday was the end of the year preschool picnic. I sure was glad that dad and Susie were willing to join us for this. (I'm not so sure they were glad after the fact!) Actually, the weather was beautiful and the food was decent. But Cole? Well, Cole was Cole. He whined and cried and refused to eat and stepped all over my food and spilled my drink and got into all sorts of mischief. That child... that child. People say, "Well, he's a middle child, what do you expect?" To that I answer, "No, he's not A middle child. He's THE middle child. And he's going to send me to an early grave."
Josh wanted to get a picture with his teachers. Here's one with Miss Lori. (Miss Dee wasn't there - sad!)
Here's one of Spencer at the picnic. No, he's not out of school yet. I just thought it was a good idea to take him out of school for a preschool picnic.
Not really. See, he had an orthodontist appointment the other day and the orthodontist decided that two of his baby teeth needed to come out. Now. So I made a dentist appointment for him. And then I decided that, heck, while he's there we all might as well get our teeth cleaned since it was that time of year anyway. And then I scheduled it for 1pm, since our dentist is out by the preschool. And then I realized that that would mean I would have to go to the picnic, then go get Spencer from school, and then all the way back out to the dentist. Yeah, no thanks. So Spencer got a half day of school, and he sure was happy.
Thankfully - THANKFULLY!!! - Dad and Susie were willing to take Cole and Tess home while we were at the dentist. (And then at the orthodontist - again! - but that's another story.) Could you imagine Cole in a dentist's office? I shudder at the thought.
The rest of the day was spent playing with the kiddos and admiring Spencer's freakishly long root on one of his baby teeth. It was disgusting and I can't believe I didn't take a picture of it before the tooth fairy took it. (And left Spencer $5 richer!)
Dad and Susie were very amused by Tess and her refusal to crawl. She's pretty much as close as a baby can be to crawling without actually crawling. Seriously, it's like she's refusing to crawl on religious or political principles or something. She'll lean or roll or spin to where she wants to go. But crawl? Yeah, right.
It was a great Mother's Day and a great visit from Dad and Susie. I sure am grateful they are so willing to travel so far to see us! We can't wait to see them this summer! (I promise - Tess will like you then and Cole will be much better behaved.) ((You know that those are promises I really can't keep, right?))
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