Quite a few years ago (like 10) my oldest child was a wee 4 years old. On Mothers Day that year he came bounding home from his church class with a little Mothers Day Cookbook in his hand.
How lovely, I thought!
I really like recipes.
(Have I mentioned that to any of you?)
The recipes inside his little book were pretty special.
It was a book of favorites.
One favorite recipe for each child, told in his or her own words. Listed with the child’s name was his or her favorite recipe, a list of ingredients and instructions to make the recipe.
Following each very cute recipe description was a line were the kids got to tell their Mom what they loved most about her.
Pretty cute reading material, if you ask me….
I made some of these books for my sisters this year. (Since we have about 5 bajillion children between us, there wasn’t any trouble filling up a little old book.)
….some of the 5 bajillion children
getting ready to find some Easter eggs…..
I had a fun time chatting with each of my nieces and nephews!
(Ok….there aren’t really 5 bajillion of them!)
The last line of this little guys statement is hilarious….
It’s hard to be nice 24/7 when you are a mom…isn’t it.
This little Mothers Day Cookbook would be a great project if you….
…Teach a school class and need a little gift for your students to take home to dear old Mom…..
…..Have a lot of grandchildren and want something special to give their Moms……
….Teach a little class of church going children and want a to put a fun gift together for their Moms….
I do believe those on the receiving end would appreciate it, indeed.
PS….while I am typing this post my
LittleTwinBoyNate is wiggling on my lap and saying…
“Hey Mom, what’s for dinner? I hope it’s spaghetti…that’s the only thing that’s good, Mom. Yucky stuff is NOT good for you. I just know it. Why can’t I play the WII anymore today…Can I have another piece of candy….sorry I just wrote all over my hand with this black pen, mom…do you think it looks pretty?”
Usually nice, my friends.
I think that’s a standard I can keep.
Almost always….that is…usually, anyhow.