One of the reasons I keep this blog is because I'm horrible at keeping baby books. I just can't seem to get that part of my act together, and now that the Big Boys are 4 and Baby Boy is almost 1 (can you believe it???) there are all kinds of blanks that I'm pretty sure I just couldn't fill in. So often times I look at the archives of this blog as my pseudo-baby book for all three of the boys. In that spirit, there's a story I need to write down before I forget it, because it's one of those that I'll think I'll remember forever, but in reality will probably forget down the road.
Luke took the Big Boys shopping the night before Mother's Day for gifts to give me on Sunday. We'd had a really busy day he dropped off Baby Boy and me on our way home from small group, then took the Big Boys to the store.
When they came back home I was careful to not look at what the boys had in their hands as nothing was wrapped. However, Luke told me that I could look since part of the gift was flowers and they needed to be put into water right away. I was presented with beautiful yellow tulips and yellow and pink gerbera daisies, along with a helium balloon and a box of dark chocolates (my favorite!). While the gifts were very nice, I think my favorite part of the whole night was Luke telling me about shopping with the boys.
He took them to the store, got a grocery cart and put them in. First were the flowers, with each of the boys picking out a bouquet for me (after Luke steered them away from the $70 fuchsia plant). Then Big Boy B saw the balloons and he had to have one. Luke took them through the store, aisle by aisle, with each of the boys holding a bouquet of flowers, Big Boy B holding a balloon and Big Boy A insisting on picking out a box of dark chocolate (because "they're Mama's favorite!"). Up and down each aisle they went, the boys smiling and being extremely pleased with themselves, and suggesting to Daddy, "Let's get
that for Mama!" Luke said that the other shoppers in the store all enjoyed the sight as much as he was enjoying being a part of it, smiling and looking at the cute blond boys long after they'd passed each other in the aisles.
When it came time to pick out a card, Big Boy B was utterly convinced that I'd like the birthday card with a 3-D red train that popped out of the middle. ("No Daddy, I
know that Mama likes trains!") While they finally settled on a more traditional Mother's Day card, there was some serious negotiation to be done before the boys would agree on a card they both liked.
The boys were so proud of themselves when they returned home; they displayed their gifts to me so generously. And then, not two minutes after they were given, I heard, "Mama, will you open your box so I can have a piece of chocolate?"
Generous hearts they may have, but four-year-olds they still are. I loved my Mother's Day gifts from my boys!