Mother's Day

I don't get it!

There are so many women out there that HATE Mother's Day. I personally think it is a great day to celebrate the incredible women in our lives. We all know that no one is perfect, so let's lay down that expectation that anyone should be and have a little party.

This year, Mother's Day was a bit lower key than in past years. I have been so tired lately that we did our best to keep it small. The highlight? Going to Jackson's school with him for their Mother's Day party. I let him know I would be there, then showed up about 5 minutes late. When I got there, he came running to me and I could tell he had spent the last 5 minutes fighting back tears. Those little arms wrapped around me and I bent down to hug him and give him a kiss. Then the water works started. I asked what was wrong and he said that he was afraid I wasn't going to show up. That broke my heart and made me love the little guy even more if that is possible. We sat down at his desk and had punch and cookies. He made me this adorable little flower pot and a card that made me cry like a baby. His teacher had put together a video of pictures of them throughout the year. That hour spent with him was definitely the highlight of the weekend.

Ian always is great about making Mother's Day a no-work weekend for me. This year he did make me help him a bit with the gate that he is building, but all is forgiven. ;) We went on a little date Saturday night and he took me to see Iron Man 2. 3 words for you: Robert Downey Jr.

Stop what you are doing right now and go see it!

All in all, it was a great weekend spent with the two boys I love the most. Doesn't get any better than that.

Okay...I vow to never write on my blog

at 2:00 in the morning again.

That was painful!

It may have been the missionaries...or the meds

but either way, I am having crazy weird dreams.

I had to post this one because I think it may have some hidden message I need to figure out.

What happened that was real was we had our big family home evening last night which was awesome. The missionaries (well, Elder Johnsen..who is from Salt Lake, currently serving in the Utah Provo mission. No way, right!?!...was on splits with a high school guy named Jack) came and did a little lesson on member missionary work and the Restoration of the Gospel which was fantastic. Everyone was there except Zac and T (missed you guys.) It was so wonderful to have everyone there and spend some quality time.

Jackson and I got home and had our little bedtime ritual reading scriptures and his fun book (lately Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules. Spoiler alert: Greg goes into a women's restroom! Scandalous!!) I popped my anti-seizure meds and corrected my blood sugar with insulin (Type 1 Diabetes, yo!) and apparantly that is a recipe for crazy time.

Now normally I don't like to talk about my dreams a whole lot because it is like saying, "hey! This didn't happen!) But this one I found especially bizarro. In my dream, Ian and I were married and attending BYU. (Again...crazy and scandalous!) I was just entering the MTC because I was going on another mission. My cousin, Sherri, had met me for dinner at the MTC and I had worked some guy for a little Eiffel Tower made of chocolate. Then Ian met up with Sherri and me. He was complaining that my cell phone had too many numbers stored in it. We all took a seat in a lounge area and I asked him if he had Cowell for any classes this semester. He said he did for "Modern Musical Literature." Simon Cowell then magically appeared next to me and I turned to Simon and told Ian he would be glad when I left the country because he could delete all Simon's numbers from my phone. Laughing, Simon asked me how good a writer of lyrics Ian was. I told Simon that Ian could spin great lyrics and then muttered something Ian would say, but I kind of tripped over my words. Simon then said that it sounded like Ian, but then went on to correct my English. In my dream I was mortified. First of all because Simon Cowell thought I was trying to rap and secondly because he corrected my English.

Huh?

And in my defense, it is 2:00 in the morning and I just had a pretty good low blood sugar episode. Does that justify my koo-kooness in posting this? Only partly.

Any of you have any crazy dreams you want to tell us about?