Happy Mother's Day indeed - we finally got a new camera! Although I can't say I've totally given up hope yet for the old camera and the Ipod touch that have yet to be found - my best pair of tweezers (I was so fiercely protective of those favorites! Weird, I know,) just showed up back in the top drawer of the bathroom after being missing for an entire year. I have searched and searched and scoured every drawer and what not for those dang things for a whole year and then one day I just walk in the bathroom and there they are. What the heck...??? Ryan had no idea what I was even talking about. But he
thinks we have mice in the house. Very sophisticated mice I must say. Or possibly ones with blond curly hair....
It was also the father-and-sons camp out this weekend for church. Oh. Or, should I say father-and-son, since someone refused to take a certain two of his male offspring with him. Even after all the begging and guilt-tripping about what a lovely Mother's Day weekend it would be by myself. Hmpfh. Anyhow, the camera wasn't up and running yet, so alas, no pictures of the camping trip. Oh, here's the leftover camping fun the rest of us got when the returned home from the real fun. That's as good as we've got.
So since Cash just moved up to primary this year in church, I was really looking forward to my first Mother's Day being sung to by him with the primary kids up on stage. Then I just got called to be the primary pianist (such a cause of great angst for me...I am so not good at the piano, there's just no one else!) so I was actually feeling a bit bummed that I was going to miss out on it since I would be behind them and wouldn't get to watch the singing. I've always had some soft spot for little kids singing church songs and I always get teary - even when I never had a child in there before, something just so sweet and innocent about it. But too bad, I wouldn't get to see him sing about how much he loves his mother.
They actually had to go up to sing on the stage a few months ago too. We sort of shooed Cash up there with all the other children - I'd tried to warn him as much as I could and prep him for it - but really to no avail. Not only did he not sing a word - he looked ill. Like he was so scared and nervous or overwhelmed by seeing all those people watching him or what, I'm not sure. But he looked like he was seriously going to throw up at any minute! Aaahhh, Cash. So anyway, back to my Mother's Day serenade - I sort of thought it would be different this time since he knew what to expect, he knew the song so well, he knew I was walking up there with him - and at worst he would just stand there and look like he was going to pass out like last time.
Well, needless to say, I really didn't miss much by being positioned behind. Cause don't worry, I could hear the whole thing. WAILING. Absolute wailing! A loud howling wail that lasted the whole first half of the song until Ryan had the sense to just walk up and pull him out of there! Good grief. Someone told me later that from the front it was so funny cause it honestly didn't look like he could open his mouth any wider than it was. He just sat there howling straight through the song with that jaw dropped and his mouth open wider than you even knew was possible. Ahhh, what a lovely tribute to me. :)
Um, and sorry to all you other moms that missed most of your kid's singing because of the sheer volume of mine.