Great grammar in that title, huh? For this week’s Monday Listicles post, I’m sharing 10 things I received from my girls on Mother’s Day. Five from each, just to make it even.
5 Mother’s Day Gifts from Reagan
1. Reagan presented her school gifts to me in this wonderfully decorated envelope. She did apologize for forgetting to write that I buy her candy, besides food, clothes and toys.
2. One item in the envelope: the obligatory handprint poem from school. Cute. I’ll save it. But not as exciting as something Reagan creates without teacher assistance, like the next item on the list.
3. Can you read it? At the top it says, “What’s the difference?” So what’s the difference between Reagan and a zebra. Fortunately she put the answer upside down at the bottom, hiding in the grass. Answer: Nothing. Clever, right?
4. She started out well on this acrostic poem. Her words for Mother’s make sense. But on day, she kind of lost it. She said she couldn’t think of anything (or maybe didn’t try), so she went with Difficult-Any-Yoyo. Makes sense, right?
5. Last Reagan gave me this box of stuff.
Some stuffed animal from Christmas and a couple other drawings. But wait, there’s more underneath.
Used orange nail polish because orange is my favorite color. Some beads. A couple rocks. A shell necklace of Reagan’s – with an R on it. Some kind of charm necklace that’s Jenny’s. It’s pretty similar to the box of random stuff she gave me for my birthday.
5 Mother’s Day Gifts from Jenny
1. Jenny gave me a book of poems that she worked really hard on at school. Isn’t it pretty?
2. I’ll share some of my favorites. Several were about the Hunger Games. Enough that I’m saving them for a whole separate post. Ode to a Dog was great. My favorite line? “I love you deer Zondro.”
3. The Sun. I love her drawings.
5. And her About the Author page is so cute. Can you tell she’s a fan of Hunger Games?
Homemade gifts from my girls are my favorite part of Mother’s Day. Brinky’s gift to me was to wake up shortly after midnight so he could try to spend all 24 hours of Mother’s Day with me. Wasn’t that sweet?