Happy Mothering Sunday

For some reason, the English celebrate Mother's Day in March, but it's not really called Mother's Day - they say Happy Mummy's Day or Happy Mothering Sunday (that's the posh way).

It's great for Americans like me who get to celebrate two mother's days! :-) To kick it off, Aidan came home from school on Friday with his card with a flower and a picture of him on the front and that inside said "To Mummy, Thank you for making pancakes and coffee cake. Love, Aidan xxx" and then he signed it himself! So cute...

Then last night at about 2:30 AM, Aidan came into our room wanting to sleep in our bed. He doesn't do that very often, but usually we tell him no and carry him back to his room. Last night though he got really upset when I said that, and I was too tired to care, so I let him stay telling him he had to be quiet and go to sleep. Then he tells me he has a tummy ache and he wants some warm milk. That his one of his classic stall tactics, but usually it does get him chilled out and he goes to sleep, so I was willing to indulge him if it meant I could get back to sleep. After he drank his warm milk, we both settled in to fall back asleep when suddenly Aidan starts puking all over himself, my arm, my pillow, sheets, and blankets! After that, he went on to puke again in new jammies and his own bed and then later in to a plastic bowl a few times. 2 hours, two sheets changes, pajama changes (for everyone) and laundry loads later - he fell asleep on my lap in his bed and I drifted off sitting up. He's only ever had one puking episode and it was after eating some dodgy airplane food over a year ago but this was officially our first ever "up with my kid puking half the night" - awesome. Happy Mother's Day.

I had decided we weren't going to make it to church this morning after that night, so I was hoping to redeem a shred of my mother's day pampering by a good sleep-in (or lie-in, as they say). However, as if he forgot the whole thing, I was awoken by him at 8 AM ready to face his day. I'm convinced it must have been a bout of food poisoning then (he was at a birthday party yesterday where they made their own pizzas and had a "swimming pool" cake with weird blue gel "frosting" because he's been in fine form all day, but it sure will be a mother's day I'm not soon going to forget!

Brad did cook me a lovely Italian style omelette this morning and he was gracious enough to get up with Oliver this morning at 7, so it definitely has some redeeming points. I'm off to go catch up on my sleep now...
Jamie