Wednesday, the second the door opens as I arrive home from work, C came running over. "Mommy! Mommy! There are so many presents for you for Mother’s day! And they are all hidden under my bed!" I hear the nanny burst out laughing. "C! That is supposed to be a surprise!’
Thursday, going upstairs to put C to bed. We walk into my bathroom. C opens the closet door and comes out…with a present. "Look Mommy! It is a special surprise for you! It is a present!" I remind C that it is a surprise and she puts it back (under her bed of course). Later G tells me that C had walked all around, finding the perfect hiding spot "where Mommy won’t find it" for that present earlier.
Thursday night, as C is in bed. Me: "What do you think Daddy will do at preschool tomorrow?" C: "He will be at the art table. He will help all of use make presents for our mommies!" She actually said the craft name, but I didn’t catch it.
Can’t wait for Sunday! Brunch at a favorite place (Oriel Cafe) and apparently some awesome presents. That is, if C can hold out that long.