Mothers Day Pampering Spa at Kindergarten

If there was ever such a thing as the Cutest Gesture in the entire world THIS was it. Hunter’s kindergarten class invited us to a Mother’s Day Pampering Spa at their school, the Friday before Mother’s day.

Work honestly couldn’t be busier, the Friday before our busiest week of the entire year but there was no way I could miss all of the surprises they had in store for us Moms. Some times you have to make sacrifices and this week I had a big, huge, fairly stressful to-do list to work through so that today I could leave work for a couple hours for this special occasion. It was amazing to say the least.

I have to give all of the credit to the kindergarten teachers who not only thought of this Spa Day idea, but took all of the time to prepare, provide the supplies and teach the kids what to do for their Moms. The kids were fully subservient and must have really understood their role today as caretakers of their Moms. As 6 year olds, they weren’t playing, joking or messing around. As I looked around all of the kids were fully committed to taking care of their Moms, the entire time. Sweetest Day Ever.

We had stations and spent about 20 minutes in each classroom which were designated as the Jeweler, Massage Parlor, Hair Salon, Nail Salon and the drink and snack station. The classrooms were decorated accordingly.

At the jeweler’s, Hunter made me a beautiful bracelet. He picked out my favorite colors and even found a heart shaped bead that he told me meant, I love you.

Next, at the Massage Parlor, there were small cups of lotion and the kids massaged our arms and even rubbed our backs. There was relaxing music playing and a serene landscape on the large screen. We had cucumbers for our eyes! When mine fell on the floor, and were noticeably dirty, Hunter told me, “It doesn’t matter, Mom, put them back on.” He made me laugh so hard. He was so into this!

Next stop was the hair salon. We had a goody bag with a comb, barrette and hair tie that we got to bring home. The kids styled our hair however they liked. All of the moms left their hair just however their kids did them.

Last stop, the nail salon. Going into this, I knew the kids wouldn’t be the ones painting our nails, but to my surprise, they were. There were a variety of neon colors and all of us Moms just let them do their thing. What we didn’t realize at the time was that the paint is actually peel off paint. ❤

You know the best thing that we were given this afternoon? Time. Time with our little kindergarteners, uninterrupted and undestracted. We weren’t home, there were no messes to clean, dinner to make, laundry to do, siblings pulling at our attention. Just Moms and their kindergarteners… soon to be first graders. We were in their school classrooms spending quality time together showing love the best way we know how. You guys, THIS is what it is all about! I saw boys brushing their Moms’ hair, rubbing their arms with lotion, painting nails like Picasso and Moms just taking it all in, hugging their kids and smiling ear to ear. I saw little girls making their very best bracelets, taking photos with their Mommy and serving her cookies, water and even popcorn.

I had an amazing time and appreciate my sweet son as much as I do his caring, giving, above and beyond teachers. (Thank a teacher, especially during teacher appreciation week!) I feel incredibly blessed to be a part of this community. And, I am thinking, maybe I’ll even have a couple more days like this ahead when Deacon and Wyatt are in kindergarten in our beloved school!

After we left, Hunter went with me back to work and he got to see and meet so many of my incredible colleagues. We even got to show off my new manicure. ❤


We’ve all been here, right? How far would we go to retrieve their favorite animal/ blanket/pillow/toy?

So just imagine the series of events that took place to get us here this evening. Josh was working and so I picked the boys up from daycare to take them directly to their 5:45 PM hair cut appointment.  I’ve done it before, remember? (Giving yourself an A+ ) Just me taking all 3 for a simple haircut- but something about that in itself feels like an accomplishment. 3 boys, 3 haircuts, probably 15 lollipops/suckers and 45 minutes later, all 3 were cut, styled and oh so handsome. Anyway, afterwards we left and crossed the road to the parking lot, the older ones running in disarray or pure excitement with their fresh cuts. I was carrying Wyatt in his ridiculously heavy car seat, in my arm. It was starting to rain and we were all hungry for dinner. I herded cattle into my SUV and off we were just 3 minutes from home.

At home, Wyatt was immediately fussy and so I got him in his high chair for his dinner as I made something quick- spaghetti, meat-sauce, and Texas toast for my other hungry boys. It wasn’t until after dinner when Wyatt then took his bottle that we realized something was missing. Binkie.

Now I pride myself in being the one who knows where everything is for everyone in the house. The keeper of things, if you will. Actually I get extremely frustrated if I actually lose something. Well, besides a sock or a crayon, we have millions of those. So, first question: Where did we have it last? We had his pacifier at the place where they got their haircut, I know we did. It must be in the parking lot, I thought, for sure because it was no where in the car or the house. And, I remember the boys running around like crazy as it started to rain.


I’ll go. I’ll be right back, I said, to Josh. If it wasn’t in the parking lot, maybe it was in the shop. On the way, I called my Dad, “How many times did you and Mom have to go back somewhere to retrieve my blanket or Kevin’s pillow?” He could recall one particular circumstance but that was all. My parents got really good and keeping track of our most prized possessions. Well after almost 13 month of owning this giraffe binkie, it was well over due. It was officially lost. I pulled up, it was NOT in the parking lot. Nowhere to be found. DARNIT! I looked over at the shop and saw it was still open. I’ll go in, I thought. I parked and got out and just then I scanned the street…


BINKIE. Binks. Binkiepoo. Laying there, nearly dead in the middle of Sale Street. I ran over and saved his life. He had been there, for one whole hour, and was ran over who knows how many times. I scooped him up and immediately went to CVS for more backups (the ones without giraffes) and returned home. As soon as I walked in, Wyatt spotted it in my hand right away, cried and tried to pull at it. I HAD to sanitize this thing first. Yuk!

All is well, now. It was our first major circumstance of having ZERO binkies on hand. Wyatt is in bed and tucked in now, happy with his giraffe nearby. Whooowee- that was close! Wyatt has no idea what happened to his beloved pacifier.

How will we ever ween him of this thing? I’ll start soon and will likely be harder on us than it will be on him. Thankfully he has a beloved blankey, just like his older brothers do and actually Josh and I had a blankey growing up too. Getting him off the pacifier may be easier with a default object, lets just hope we can keep track of that now.