Jimmy has been in Germany, so they were on their own this year and I have to say they out-did themselves! Maybe because Jimmy is in Germany?
They know I don't like to eat until I've been up a couple of hours, so no breakfast in bed this year. Instead, I got to have my computer time outside and made a reservation for brunch at 11:00.
When I went inside, there was a hostess stand (folding table) set up where Mikayla handed me my buzzer (her cell phone) that I was to take into the lounge (family room) to wait until my table was ready.
When my buzzer went off I was led to the table where I was handed a menu that the girls had made together. Madison did the table/graph part because Mikayla forgot how, and Mikayla did most of the decorating of it.
I opened my menu to find this.
Check out beverages. Water: If tap, free. If not, one hug per pet. Heeheehee.
I made it super easy for them by ordering a whole wheat bagel with cream cheese, a side of cottage cheese, a cup of coffee and some ice water. (Not tap).
Those fuzzy pipe cleaners are flower-shaped rings they made me. Awwwww.
One of my personal chefs toiling in the kitchen.
Wow, the kitchen was a mess, wasn't it?
Before I began eating, I was instructed to look under my plate.
One of my favorite gifts was this poem written by Madison at school. I sense Jimmy's influence in some of these lines but the purity and innocence of this poem had me giggling and beaming with pride at the same time. My girl so gets me!
Now tell me that's not the best poem ever!
My girls gave me the best Mother's Day morning EVER, so I just had to bring them out shopping as a thank you. New bathing suits, shorts, Silly Bandz and lots of (in Mikayla's words) lollygagging around, made for an exhausted but very happy me.
After our dinner of grilled NY strips, I finally got out the cordless drill so the girls could stick straws in the coconut we'd bought and drink the coconut water.
Aw, look at sweet Strudel!
It was fairly easy to do... when the drill wasn't in reverse. Ahem. Thank you, Mikayla, for pointing that out.
And then it was time to take a taste.
Madison looks on with anticipation.
Well? How is it Mikayla? Is it good? Did we pick a perfect coconut, or what?
How was I supposed to know it was rotten on the inside?
Mikayla said it tasted like...
I can't even say it, so instead I'll use Madison's term...
It tasted like...
I'm still feeling guilty about the mouthful of rotten coconut water Mikayla swallowed.
Next time? Smell first, sip second!