Yo Mama, My Mama

 
Mama visited both of us this Mother’s Day weekend. She started at Julie’s house on Friday morning and stayed until Saturday afternoon. I love this picture of them. My big mama and my little mama. Being eight years older, Julie is truly my little mama. She learned from the best.

Mama and Julie’s crew (minus Samuel who was on a youth trip) ate catfish and had a big time. I love my sister and the example she sets for me as a mother. She is one of the best.

Mama arrived at our house Saturday evening. We had fun playing in the backyard. Henry showed her all his tricks and toys. She was excited to be able to watch him in action.

Mother’s Day is so fun with a little one. His daddy has trained him for 3 days to be nice on Sunday, to not tell me what they bought me and to say “Happy Mother’s Day” on Sunday morning. He has tried his best, bless his heart. It is hard being 3 and being a mother of a 3 year old is not an easy assignment either. I love the challenge though.

Spending this sweet day with my mama is a nice little gift. I have not spent Mother’s Day with her since I was pregnant four years ago. It was time to celebrate with her in the flesh. I love this woman!

Friday night Randall, H and I headed to the mother-in-love’s to celebrate with her. I thank God for the love she has shown my husband, my son and myself and I always appreciate her sweet smile.

Henry was so excited to give me my gift. He got me rubber duckie soap that smells like Kool-aid, the perfect plate for my kitchen and he planted some seeds of some sort. He even signed his card himself. I loved it so much. Randall said it is a $7 bar of duck soap. I just laughed. Only Henry, only Henry!

I had to share this little funny. Julie greeted Mama at her house with her favorite drink and then ragged me about it on Facebook.We love to battle back and forth on things like this. So, I decided to try and one up her with a lemon chiffon pie that Mama loves, but it is very hard to make.

 
I thought my chiffon was pretty fine looking and like to think I won the contest.  I failed to tell Julie that I had rind in my chiffon and it is pretty bitter to taste. I also failed to tell her I had to use 12 egg whites to get 5 to peak to stiffness for the chiffon. I also failed to tell Her Henry was asleep in the den and I had to beat the egg whites in the bathroom in order not to wake him up. Honestly, she won with the Perrier, but I won the A for effort…and I will never make that pie again. Mark my words. Oh, the things we do for our Mother!
 
 
Abby

Published by Abby Lee

Celebrating and decorating with purpose is my favorite thing to do. When I am not filling a tree with ornaments or throwing a birthday party for my golden doodle, I am being mom to a super cool tween son, the wife to a fine blue eyed man and selling real estate. I call northeast Arkansas home and when I am not loving on my people or celebrating in our space, I am using words to express myself here or on my podcast. Be sure to follow me! I am the co-author of a blog called Life with My Sister and have a podcast called Abby As-Is. You can also follow me on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest and YouTube.

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