Mother’s Day

The reoccurring theme song of this Mother’s Day was:  Happy Mother’s Day to You!  You live in a Zoo!  Throughout the day it was boisterously sung by all the kidlets to the tune of “Happy Birthday,” and let me tell you, I really did feel like I was living in a zoo.

We ended up skipping the first service of church because everyone was dead asleep in the morning and we didn’t think it was worth the grumpy rush that would have to happen to get everyone there on time.  After Sunday School the kidlets coaxed us downstairs for scones (The Banana even enlisted the help of her Sunday School teacher to convince us to go down for treats.)

We came home for a quick lunch, and a change of clothes into my choir dress for me, and then the three big kidlets and I were off to my afternoon choir concerts at Sacred Heart Music Center.  I really wanted them to come to my concert, and Dr. Peds too, although we just couldn’t figure out what to do with Mr. Trouble on Feet, who definitely would have been trouble during a two hour concert.  So, we left the dad and the toddler home to take a stain the deck and take a nap (respectively, of course).  The kidlets made for a stellar audience, especially since they sat by themselves together, amazingly without any fighting or squabbling or yelping of any sort.  It was a gift, I tell you!  I loved hearing their thoughts about the very diverse selection of music at this concert.  We were performing with a Native American women’s drumming group and a wonderfully accomplished percussion ensemble, so there was a ton of stuff going on at the concert and a ton of different interesting instruments.

Because we were starving after the concert, we went out to eat supper and then came home to pick up the house, which was a catastrophe.  It was a good day:  My kids gave me smartwool sock;, I got lots of snuggles and loves; I ate ice cream, and Dr. Peds drove home from supper using my route, not his.  (He takes the strangest path when he drives.)