Mothers Day Magic

My mothers day was pretty magical this year. My kids have reached what appears to be the best ages for producing copious amounts of home made cards and goodies. They started with these flowers from our local flower market, never before have I seen these two-tone gerberas that Roboboy chose for me.

They followed up with a positive bounty of home made goodness. There were cards,

(it seems I have been upgraded from "best little mama in the world")

breakfast in bed ( the handmade variety), followed up by a real buttery croissant and cup of tea,

artwork from school,

and even some time playing with watercolours together on the day.

My mum and I even popped out to a gorgeous art exhibition at the Botanical gardens, this is the card mum bought me from the artist Nadine Sawyer,

and a lovely much wanted gift from Legoman and the kids, handmade by  Betty Jo at Lino Forest.  I couldn't choose between the sewing machine and the budgie brooch, how lucky that she was having a 2 for 1 Mothers Day sale. She makes these intricate brooches from salvaged linoleum.

All in all, probably the most colourful, love filled Mother's Day I have ever had. (This would be Liongirl's painting from kindy of our new house and Roboboy and I worked on that gerbera painting together).

Best little mama

Yep, that's me. Actually the complete version is " best little mama in the world". Roboboy came up with this one a few years ago. It gets trotted out at odd random times when he is full of love, perhaps if he has been treated with extra TV, sausages, or other favoured goodies. I think on mother's day it was just the love part. Liongirl on the other hand has taken to calling me Mama Pama.( I think perhaps it in direct response to me spending the last few months calling her Minxy Pinxy).

 Now, back to that Cath Kidston piece of wonderful featured above .My official gift courtesy of Legoman who is, I suspect,aware that compensating for his 364 sleep ins a year requires at least a handbag. Actually, make that 365 sleep ins, as after dealing with the marauding  possum, the neurotic cat and the very cold small child at 5.15 am, I was well and truly awake anyway.

Aside from cold toe cuddles and cups of tea in bed, the best part of mother's day would have to be the homemade gifts. Liongirl dutifully trotted off and came back with her finest art work yet. Mama Pama and Minxy Pinxy holding hands. See we both have matching shoes on too. Footwear obviously being more important than noses. Portraits are highly regarded in this house as Roboboy rarely produces people, instead    turning his hand to ant farms, volcanos, heavy machinery and the like.

And Roboboy? Well he and Nonna had been cooking up these babies for months. She had trouble getting him the right mood to finish them with required paints and glazes after the initial firing. Needless to say, these have gone straight to the only spare horizontal surface in the house.

We have from left to right : Bird on a nest of eggs, self portrait, trinket box - the lid has a flower on it and Mama bird.

So what with all that joy and a delicious brunch at a local cafe while the sun shone down from a blue blue sky, it's great to be the best little mama in the world.