Thoughtfulness On Mother's Day.

Home and School Association in David's school was selling plants a week before mother's day. David asked me if he could have some cash, so he could purchase me some plants. I picked him up from school and he was holding these two pots. Turns out he purchased one for Julia and with the money left over he got one for me as well. Can you guess which one is for me (hint: it's not looking so good.... actually neither one of them is)?

Little Mama, Big Plans.

My girl suddenly developed an interest in playing mommy. Her plans for the future motherhood include having 2 daughters and 2 sons, sleeping with her babies every night, never taking them to school, talking instead of yelling at them and being the best mommy ever. It must be everything her childhood is missing right now.

Spring Break.

My kids had a spring break last week. After entertaining them for two days by taking them to a zoo and a museum, we decided to drive to Philadelphia and spend a few days there for the remaining of their spring break. My friend once called Philadelphia the best secret ever. It's filled with the family friendly museums and playgrounds in addition to a lot of historical sites. I only wish we could have managed to see many more sites. There's always next time.

Back On My Feet.

After a minor leg surgery and a major set back, I am happy to be running again . I'm amazed at my body's ability to remember the beatings I put it through before taking some time off last winter as it didn't ache after my first, second or third run. I'm still not out of the woods, but I figured that as long as I can walk, I might as well run.

It Was Nice Knowing You, David.

No, it's not David spring cleaning his room or moving out (I could only wish!). David was mad at me and Seth, so he was throwing all his toys out. Thankfully, Julia was happy to inherit all of them. He only left his books. The great news is -- his room is spotless. The bad news -- Julia's room is a mess.

Oh, David, David. Life with you is never boring.

Just Being.

My girl is being mesmerized by all the construction work being done on our backyard.

P.S. Finally, it is a t-shirt weather in our neck of the woods.

My Son.

As I drop one of my children off at school and drive away with the other, he tells me in a matter of fact voice that the principle spoke to him. About what? He doesn't remember. When? A long time ago (he has no sense of time, so a long time ago might have been last week). Why? He doesn't know, but he had to write an apology note to his teacher. I might as well guess why. The more I insist on the answers, the more reluctant and frustrated he is becoming. I make a mental note to speak to the teacher when I drop him off, but then I'm met by a substitute. I'll speak to the teacher next week.

As I leave him at school and say a prayer for a substitute, it all suddenly comes together -- the vice principle and the principle's greeting me by my name and the new reward system that just recently was implemented by David's teacher for a handful of boys in his class.

I drive home and think of Seth's words. "His behavior is not going to get any better until he goes out to college". I feel as though a heavy stone resting on my heart and my tears are welling up.

Then I get home. I walk in the kitchen and suddenly am reminded of dozen love and thank you notes written by him to me and Seth.

I recall how excited and appreciative he was the second he saw my knitted mouse for him. My sad feelings get replaced by happiness. I realize that I might not have the most obedient or calm child, but I have been blessed with the kindest, most appreciative, generous and loving son.