Happy Mother's Day!

This morning the boys brought Mom breakfast in bed.

The tray held 2 tortillas, an apple, a quart-sized jar of honey, a knife and 3 over-ripe bananas.

Macho cried hysterically while Jammy explained the menu. "I brought the tacos because I couldn't find any bread. You can spread the honey on the tacos. I washed the apple. I told him not to put three bananas, but he wouldn't listen."

Macho's sadness started on Friday. There was Muffins for Moms party at his preschool. At the party the moms were presented with gift baskets containing hand-crafted items that the kids had made. As Mom admired each gift in her basket, Macho would say, "That's not for you. That's MINE!" Mom tried to explain to him what Mother's Day is all about, but Macho would have none of that. "It's NOT your BIRTHDAY!!! I made it. It's MINE!!"

When Jammy started preparing Mom's breakfast in bed, it revived the animosity from Friday. Macho wanted to put three bananas, but Jammy told him he couldn't. After Mom called from her room that the three bananas would be no problem, Macho picked up the tray with the three bananas and started bringing it to Mom in bed. Jammy began yelling from the kitchen, "No! Come back! It's not ready!" Macho moved faster trying to get ahead of his brother, but Jammy caught up to him, and a struggle ensued.

Mom, trying to stay in bed, told Jammy to go back the kitchen, and then gently explained to Macho that after Jammy finished loading the tray, Macho could bring it to her. It was no use. Macho's heart was broken. He finally took the tray into the kitchen and then crawled into bed with Mom, sobbing.

"Why are you so sad? Do you have hurt feelings?" asked Mom.

"He took my feelings OUT!" cried Macho.

It took almost half an hour for Macho to get his feelings back in. Mom finally had to send him to cry in his room, so that she could eat her breakfast tacos with Jammy.

Eventually, things calmed down, and Mother's Day got a lot more fun. Jammy set up clues all around the house and sent Mom and Macho on a treasure hunt. Mom made some bread out of the extra bananas. Macho brought Mom the gift basket from school and admitted that it was for her.

Portrait

Macho posing while Jammy draws his portrait

It started out so well, Jammy sketching while Macho posed, but then it disintegrated into shouting. "Stop! Just hold still! Mom, he's getting so distracted! I should have drawn someone else, someone who knows how to sit still! Do you want me to rip this picture up? All I have to do is your eyes. AAAAAHHHH! Hold still!! I don't want this to look like a kid drew it! Mom, I want to draw it while he's still little, so then we can have this for a memory."

"Macho, age 4" by Jammy, age 7

Macho's Mommy

 

(Mom is feeling a little defensive about the cereal comment. She actually DOES cook cereal once or twice a week for breakfast, and she DOES make it the best. fyi)

"She makes me laugh when she crys." Lest people think he's a sadist: he loves it if Mom pretends to cry, so that he can practice his comforting skills. He loves to make her stop "crying."

Macho's Teacher Appreciation

Macho made cards for his teachers, too, but not without some help from Mom.

Hard at Work

"It's a 'P'!" (for no particular reason)

This one says, "Dear Mrs. C., Thank you for giving my food. I think you're good. You like to help me get the glue stick onto my Easter eggs. I like your red shirt. Hug me!"

"I forgive you." He said the nicest things he could think of.

Pop Art!

Jammy is fascinated with "pop-ups." For Christmas, Grammallama sent him a book about how to make pop-up cards. It was the perfect gift.  He has used the ideas and instructions inside to make dozens of cards without any help from Mom.

This is Teacher Appreciation Week, and one of the things that Jammy did for his teacher was make her a card.

Working in the Yard

 Macho loves to cut stuff up. When Mom mentioned that the bushes by the house were getting a little shaggy, he was more than happy to help take care of that. Jammy contributed by bringing Mom and Macho water to drink and then provided musical accompaniment by playing on the glasses with spoons.

Each glass makes a different sound.

Some little bug's nest.