oh, whistle while you work...

after a record high yesterday of something that was pretty darn hot and lovely, it is back to cold and gray today. those sunny days kind of depress me, because i know its just too much to ask to get summer two days in a row...
for mothers day, (it was again cold and gray) we thought about what we should do after church. i was trying to think of what restaurant i wanted to go to, when francis piped up from the back seat: "i really want to go home and make you waffles for mothers day, mama, because i can do them all by myself." greg and i gave one look to eachother and turned around and headed back home. i was promptly kicked out of the kitchen, while all sorts of banging ensued. i gotta say: my mothers day present was actually pretty stressful. i couldn't help peeking in, and there was MESS everywhere! i said: i'm gonna need a coffee. i was pushed out into the living room and told to RELAX. read a magazine or watch tv or something. so i tried to read a magazine. i heard francis exclaiming "THAT is NOT how mama does it!" sigh...oh the torture. i tried to come in again and greg said that...hmmm, maybe i was a bit of a control freak? in the end, i was seated at the table, and francis was almost in tears because his waffles were pouring out of the waffle-iron and all over the counter. and i had to say that i've been making waffles for dozens of years, and this is his first time. oh, and that he's only 9. he'll get better. but. he didn't burn them and with butter and syrup, they tasted just fine. in fact, they were good. and like the cat in the hat, they cleaned up their mess. it took them awhile, but they did. and i took a nap. and that was nice.