The kids made me French toast for breakfast and showered me with some interesting gifts: a hand-made bouquet of feather flowers, some finger nail polish, a kite, and lots of questions about the kind of skates I want.
Even though I didn't get to see my mom, or any mom-type units on Mother's Day, I had a great Mother's Day. My own tribe agreed to be dragged to Fort Worth to watch the final Dallas rehearsal for She: Bike, Spoke, Love. They actually paid attention and Chris even said one of my monologues was "chilling."
We came home, where Chris gave the fish he and Chaz caught, a hot-oil bath and we stuffed our faces and played one of those complicated Cranium games which was pretty hilarious. Chris and I kicked the little kids' tails and then we watched Breakfast at Tiffany's:)
I didn't get the chance to fly my kite until this week because these last months have been such a booty kicker.
It's simple, but pretty.
And randomly, two days before Father's Day, to make up for the skates I didn't get, Chris bought me a bike:)
That's cool. I don't mind spreading the holiday out.