Mother’s Day
in Giggles on May 13, 2013
Happy Late Mother’s Day to all the Mommas out there in Blogland! I hope yesterday was a true day of rest for y’all. My Mother’s Day started on Saturday night. My sweet husband took me out to one of THE BEST restaurants I have ever eaten at in my life. Considering that my dad is a chef, I do not throw statements like that around on a whim. We ate at Le Mistral on the west side of Houston. It is one of the premiere French restaurants in the city. I’ve never had food that melted in my mouth before. My first course was the pan seared Fois Gras…I almost licked my plate. Never in my life have I told the chef to “surprise me” for my meal, until Saturday night. Everything that Jeff and I ordered leading up to the main course was so amazing, I just couldn’t decide. So when the server asked me what I wanted for dinner, I told him I would eat whatever the chef sent out. I thought Jeff was going to need oxygen. It wasn’t long after that, that I asked to meet the chef and tour the kitchen. My mouth is still watering just thinking about that meal!
For the past several years, I was beginning to think that my children were “getting” the whole concept of Mother’s Day. I’m almost certain that their teachers had a great deal to do with this break-through. I’ve kept most of the treasures that have come home over the years…a few have simply failed to withstand the trials of surviving life in this house, others were consumed; all have been more precious to me than anything from a store shelf. In more recent years, I’ve been greeted with breakfast in bed consisting of dry toast, cereal and luke-warm coffee with lots of cream…a truly gourmet meal! This year, however, I did not get my breakfast. I must admit, I was disappointed. My oldest, it seemed, had forgotten that it was Mother’s Day. He was more excited with the fact that his pink eye had returned, and it looked like he would be excused from going to church.
My Glow Worm, on the other hand, presented me with a hand-made pink flower. Each petal was a coupon good for one activity to be shared with him. My favorite coupon is for a nap with him. I plan on using that this weekend. He used to be my snuggle buddy…until he got “too big” for naps.
My sweet baby girl also gave me something she made at school. She made me cry. She thinks I’m a great mom because I always give her kisses and hugs, I’m an “amazing cook”, and I’m always with her when she is sad. She wrote at the bottom of her letter: “My mom is special because she loves me to the moon and back! She also drives, cooks, makes me laugh, teaches me about God, and so much more! I love you!! 
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Well, it turns out that my big boy was just trying to play it cool. He had a plan all along. He’s so much like his daddy. We are leaving for Hawaii in two weeks, and I’ve been trying to lose the last ten pounds left over from when I delivered my Glow Worm…he’ll be ten on his next birthday. Some of you were with me when I attempted the P90-X disaster last year. For a fun little recap, clickhere. That worked for a while, until I stopped doing the videos. So, the thought of parading around in a bathing suit is horrifying, so once again, I’ve hit the gym, the treadmill, the pool, P90-X…shakes, anything to be swimsuit-ready by Memorial Day weekend. Evidently Ethan has been paying attention. He called my mother-in-law. She just bought a MagicBullet shake maker. She swears by it. Says she lost like eight pounds in two weeks. Ethan asked her if she thought I would like/want one for Mother’s Day. He was greeted by a resounding YES! I swear she should get a commission on these things. She tells everyone about them.
So, I got a MagicBullet for Mother’s Day that makes Nutriblast shakes. I did NOT get my traditional breakfast in bed because it is not on my new diet plan! Processed cereals are a big NO-NO! So is toast…and BUTTER…and just about anything else that I really like to eat. My mother-in-law and I spent yesterday afternoon hitting a couple of different grocery stores cruising the organic produce departments in search of all of the fruit and veggies I will need to get me through Phase One. My fridge looks like I knocked over a Farmer’s Market. The book that came with this thing says I’ll feel better, have more energy, look younger, and live longer. Terrific. I’ll be starving, but I’ll look great in a bikini.
Here’s hoping you look great and feel even better!
-Dallas