Making memories, can be fun also. When I was a child every Wednesday my mom baked bread. She also made cinnamon rolls with icing on top. She timed the rolls to come out of the oven when we got home from school so they would still be hot. Yes, on Wednesdays we ran home from school. We had other good memories also.
With my kids, every Mothers Day we went on a picnic. Every year we tried to go some place different. It was always some place free, lots of exercise of some kind was involved. Hiking, Kite flying, playing friz-bee with one of our dogs. Sometimes me went to a beach where the dog liked playing in the water, (it was still to cold for us). The youngsters could build sand castles, or walk the beach. We always had a good time.
Now every year in Dec.we have a pizza party. The grandchildren decorate the tree while I make home made doe. They each put their own toppings on before popping it into the oven. We go through 7-9 large pizzas. The older ones help clean up. They come on a Saturday night (parents are not allowed). Sunday morning we all go to church. We go out to lunch, Then Pop-pop and I take then to their homes. What a great two days.
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