And the Danny can now check off Mother's Day 2011 as a success

I just had the best Mother's Day ever.  And I hope you did too.  I want to journal this for posterity.

I woke up to the smell of a hot cooked breakfast. 

1.  I could smell!!!! 

2.  Someone was making breakfast and it wasn't me!!

When I walked out into the living room there were beautiful drawings taped on the wall as well as a banner that said, "Happy Mother's Day."  There were stick people on one picture that had Squdge upside down.  That one made me laugh out loud.  Nary a days goes by without one of the twins being upside down or in a predicament. 

Tater on left in Gabbers hooded towel, Squdge on right in Peach's towel (inside out) after a bath.  Squdge reached up on the counter for something to eat and dumped a whole bowl of raw eggs all over himself making Mother's Day morning even more exciting.

I was still excited thrilled about receiving an early gift Saturday from Danny.  Danny installed Rain Gutter Bookshelves for me!  I've been wanting these ever since reading about them on my bloggy friend Kimberly's blog around the time the twins were born. 

I fully expected that was my gift, and a TOTALLY ROCKIN' AWESOME ONE, and didn't think there would be anything else.  So to find the living room decorated and three boxes wrapped up with ribbons and bows was such a bonus!

My love language is "Acts of Service."  The Mother's Day gifts that truly pleased me, more than the chocolate covered macadamia nuts and Nestle's Peanut Butter Crunch eggs, were the acts of service. 

Danny put up a beautiful framed corkboard that my brother-in-law, Mark, made me for my birthday.

Danny agreed to my suggestion to put all three diapered ones back into cloth. 

In church, no one had to be escorted out of Sacrament Meeting.  One of my favorite brethren in the ward gave a talk that nearly had me rolling in the aisles.  I remained composed (mostly) for the sake of teaching my children reverence.  *snort*

No one beheaded my carnation before I got it home to a drink of water. 

Only one child cried that he didn't get a brownie like Mommy.

Even though I'm on Prednisone for my nasal passages, and it makes me feel like ugh, and gives me hot flashes at night, I feel positively optimistic about my recovery back to the land of smelling and tasting things.  Although, this may not be good getting my sense of smell back now that we've made the switch back to cloth.  lol

And that is all Dear Journal. 

Thanks for listening!