Mother's Day was nice and painful at the same time. I will explain. I love that I have a child old enough to make things for me for Mother's Day. All the things I used to make for my mother, I am now getting to enjoy. Howie made me the card and stain glass butterfly at school and then the little snicker candy at church. My dad gave all the women in the family this framed quote from President Hinckley.

We (tommy and I) made this carrot cake for my mom and the family to enjoy. I can't decorate cakes to save my life (looks like a 3 year old colored on this cake) . I can do a cupcake much better justice. There is a huge difference between cake and cupcake decorating. Nuff said!
Oh, and our mother's day present to mom: A coupon good for planting and weeding her garden this year.

When grandma Joan came over for a slice of cake, all the grandkids went running and mauled her with hugs before she could even get in the house.

We made a photo book for Grandma Joan with photos from her 80th Birthday Party/Reunion last September. I think she liked it.


The painful part of Mother's day would have to be me breaking my toe. I stubbed it on my chop saw that I had sitting in my house. It was a nice one. Because I had done this and couldn't put weight on my foot, Tommy had to help me make the cake. Seated, I grated carrots, and told Tommy what to put in the bowl to mix up for the carrot cake. I frosted it. It was a joint effort and our very first time making carrot cake. He boasted that he made the cake, that I still have not made a carrot cake.

A memorable mother's day for sure.