Mother's Day

Let's just say I hope these get better as the years go by.

I'm not complaining, really. But when Michael refuses to go up to sing to his mom (me), it sort of makes me feel bad.

Then Jeff got really angry and after church, Michael tearfully apologized and told me about 15 times that he loved me. That was sweet.

I did love the vases the kids made at the Lowe's Build and Grow clinic.Faith wrote her name all by herself. Love it. And Michael made me a card at school that says he loves me because I am helpful. And he loves it when I help him. I just wish he realized that making him taste peanut butter sandwiches really is a way of helping him.

On another note, Jeff had asked me earlier in the week what I wanted for breakfast on Mother's Day. I sort of flippantly told him Belgian waffles with strawberries and cream. I wasn't that surprised to find that he was making waffles on Sunday morning. But what did surprise me was that he had actually found an authentic Belgian waffle recipe - which required yeast and allowing the batter to rise for about an hour and a half. He said he'll never make Belgian waffles again. They did taste good, though.