Mother's Day

Jackson here. Mother's Day is a special day around our house, because we have the best Mom there is. So, on her special day, we decided to let her relax. Here's how the day went:

3:30 am: I make my way from my lonely, small bed, to Mom and Dad's well-populated, spacious bed. Over the course of the next four hours, I let her know how much I care with a kick to the solar plexus every half-hour. I'm so good at this, I can now do it without ever waking up myself. Mom seems to enjoy the attention.

7:30 am: Dad and I sneak downstairs to make Mom a special breakfast: Cinnamon roll, Frappucino, and a chocolate donut. Dad makes the cinnamon rolls while I eat Mom's donut.

8:10 am: Mom wakes up, thanks to a some gentle auditory coaxing. We present her breakfast in bed, she reads our card (Bob The Builder) and thanks me profusely. Donovan is still asleep, which means that I love her more, of course.

8:30 am: Donovan wakes up and we all head downstairs, where Mom opens her gift, a picture of us kids in an engraved frame that says: "Happy Mother's Day 2005, Jackson and Donovan." I went to the mall and got it, but Dad made me put Donovan's name on it.

9:45 am: Mom and Dad move the treadmill, which has been used exactly twice in two years, to the attic. Mom appears to get the stinky end of the deal, as she pushed from behind while Dad "guides" it. Meanwhile, I teach Donovan how to trash the playroom in less then ten minutes. Little fella's got some potential, as he even manages to tip over the cubbies. Way to go, Chap Stick.

10:30 am: Donovan naps, Dad and I put up tents in the backyard. Mom does laundry and cleans.

Noon: Donovan wakes up. I spill lunch on Mom's new couch cover. Dad naps. Mom does laundry and cleans.

1:15: I go upstairs for "quiet time." Dad naps. Mom and Donovan go to the store; when they get back, Mom does laundry and cleans.

2:30: Quiet time is over. We go to Home Depot, where I get a paint roller. Not sure what else we're looking at, but Mom has a lot of swatches. Dad gets Mom a new vaccuum so she can clean more.

4:30: Back home. Mom does laundry and cleans. Dad watches golf. Betsy comes over and we play in the tents.

5:30 -- 8:30: Dinner. Baths. Laundry. Cleaning.

9:00: I go to bed. Not sure what else happens, but I hear the dryer... So, like I said, Mom practically got the day off. Hope she doesn't get used to it.