Mom's "Special" Day!!!

Mom. That's me at our house. So I have been asked several times today if I had a "special" day. I laugh outloud as I write that because "special" took on a whole new meaning today. Sure it was special in the up at 4:30 AM, 2 1/2 hour drive, diarrhea from baby, baby has a fever all day, more diarrhea, 5-year-old rocks sort of way. Read on......or opt out now.

So we got up this AM and left CMO's (That would be bio Mom's nickname given to her by I am not sure who, but I like it and have started to use it) house after a fun-filled evening of eating, drinking, fire, etc. Didn't sleep well at all. Stress, anxiety, too much wine, didn't take my meds because of the wine, or the fact that the baby slept in the room, not sure which, but either way, did not sleep well. So just got up between 4:00 and 4:30 and started loading the van, CMO got up and helped (THANKS), fed baby and loaded kids in the van. Do we call the day "Special". Not yet.

A very uneventful 2 1/2 hours later (THANK GOD) we arrive at Gma Daun and Bampas FARM. We LOVE the farm. Afterall Noah is a farmer and on the way home he informed me "farming is my most important job, well after firefighting, and being a big brother". So the farm it is. Back up. I am remembering that the drive might not have been so uneventful. 30 minutes from arriving Noah and I noticed a smell but since it is farming season and there is poop spreading we thought it was that. Forward. Back at the farm and my Mom says (after we had been there 20 minutes) "Heidi I think we should change the baby". First episode of the diaper I wish I hadn't found!!! The day is good. We talk, we eat, I took 2 naps, the kids behaved, Peter ran a fever but did o.k., Noah rode the 4-wheeler with Bampa, we went to the park. You could say it was a good day. Not sure I would define it as "special". Yet.

We leave the farm about 10 hours later. I am tired, Noah is tired, and Peter has decided to be crabby. I think, GREAT, sleep will happen. Noah falls asleep before we hit town. Peter not so much. 50 minutes into the drive he starts to fuss, cry, complain. So next time I realize that I will listen to Noah when he says "Mom Peter is poopin". So I used to think that "poopin in the tub" was bad, "poopin in the van" worse. I take him out of his seat, thinking I will foolishly just feed him a bottle. Oh hell no. Poop all over the front of him. Soaked through only PJ's I have (the others had been puked on the night before and were still at CMO's). Noah is dead asleep and during the 40 minutes it took me to change Peter, clean up Peter (and myself), and then feed Peter, he somehow managed to stay asleep. Thank GOD! Still not sure it is "special". Yet.

We manage to get ourselves home and get Peter to bed. By this time another 3 1/2 hours has passed. Peter was crying. I was almost crying. Noah was crying because he was EXHAUSTED!

It is 9:30 and Noah has decided that we need to do something "special". You guessed it. This is where the "special" part of my day comes. He and CMO (his Gma Cathy) and Auntie Bekka (she has paid him big bucks to call he that forever and I will make sure that he does!) did a surprise a few weeks back. Noah was instructed to hide surprise in the house, and he did. We took it out this evening. SPECIAL took on a whole new meaning tonight. I proceeded to open my Mother's Day gift (2nd set of gifts, first Dad helped with and I got outside flowers, card, and a Paula Dean magazine!!!!! :) ). I got lotion for my feet (they are UGLY). Lip gloss for my lips (not sure if they are ugly but Noah thought they were very pretty when I put it on). Chocolate (we each took a Mommy size bite). A card that Noah recorded "Happy Mother's Day" on. He then proceeded to tell me he did not want to say that and would have rather sang....hmmmm. A shower spongey thing. He pointed out that part of it is "rough" and part is "smoothe", he preferred the smoothe part. The reddist (not sure that is even a word) polish for my toes!

Then there was a tiny bag. I opened it and there was a tiny heart that simply says "Mom", on a tiny chain. The saying attached to it says "In my heart I remember every hug you game me", I believe the small letters on the back of the heart say the same thing.

"Special"? You better believe it. Tears? Like Niagara Falls! Noah looks at me, he had started crying as well and asks why I was crying. And I said because this is the best little heart I have ever been given and I can't wait to wear it. Can I wear it now Noah? Yeah but don't choke in your sleep Mom.

Need I say more?

SPECIAL day? Finally!

How Sweet It Is!!!

....now it got even better. The furnace is not working. I realize it is not really cold, but it is only 62 in the house. SHIT! Diarrhea! Whatever. I will just try not to choke on my heart and try and remember how special today is and deal with the SHIT tomorrow.