My Mother's Day gifts from Blithe and Bram

ok, so apparently the kids have learned patience from me... so they gave me their gifts now instead of sunday... which i don't mind, actually. i don't like waiting. ;)

Blithe gave me her gift as soon as she got home from school. it's a beautiful butterfly purse-type thing made with fun foam. it's lovely and decorated with butterflies and hearts and glitter glue (is it really mother's day without glitter glue? i don't think so.) it was beautiful.

then she read me the poem she wrote for me:

My Mom
Mom always says that i am special.
She would tell you i'm so smart.
Mom helps me when i'm hurt.
She and i like to go to the park.
Mom can't stand it when i don't clean up.
She loves it when i help her.
And now that Mother's Day is here,
She deserves a great big cheer!

and fyi... it's all true. blithe is very special, so smart, and she doesn't clean up... and i would love it if she would help me. ;)

Bram gave me a beautiful picture he drew of our family, a bit picasso-esque (whom i love, btw, so i'm not complaining) since we have no arms, apparently, but he drew it himself and it's lovely. he made an adorable frame for it, covered in fun foam caterpillars. and on the back he wrote (by himself, no less!),

I love Mom. love from Bram

:)

and this was wrapped up in a painting he did, of the beach. the water was a purple mass of paint in the middle of the page, "because i wanted it to look like it was snowing in the summer." ok.

he also gave me a page that tells what mommies do, according to his class:

they help you get dressed
they help to feed you supper
they give us breakfast
they have a shower
they do the laundry
if you're too small to reach the light they lift you up
if you get sick, really really sick, they take you in the car and help you throw up in a bag.
they give you hugs before you fall asleep (that's bram's answer, by the way)
they give kisses when you go to bed
they help us blow up balloons
if you get hurt they put on a bandaid
they help their daughter or son write words
when bad dreams happen they carry you into their bed
they help you to read your book
they clip our toe nails and finger nails
they tuck you in when you go to sleep
they help you pack when you go on a trip
they read us bedtime stories
they help you make fish crafts

so there you have it. mother's day, a couple days early, but absolutely lovely.