I feel like, as moms, (especially super-planner-type-A ones such as myself) (who, me?!?), we have these expectations for holidays. We're going to wake up at this time, and everyone will be wearing these outfits (perfectly coordinating, of course), and this is what we're going to have for to eat before we do wonderful activities X, Y, and Z, and there will be NO FIGHTING because my children (and husband) will suddenly morph into perfectly well-behaved mind-readers, etc., etc., etc...
And then we wake, and juuuust settle in with our coffee to read a good book in peace and quiet, since Daddy took the two tornadoes on a shopping trip, and right then, the smallest one of all decides to fill their diaper and damn near the entirety of their sleeper with one of the most epic poop-splosions of all time. Resulting in a swift and necessary clean-up of said sleeper, diaper, surface baby was laying on, and the entire baby himself. Which is all completed juuuust as said tornadoes walk back in the door.
Happy Mother's Day, indeed.
(He's lucky he's cute.)
Mother's Day morning and expectations aside, it actually was a lovely day.
Quite literally:
Also please note the above photo contains three small children and it is NOT BLURRY THEY ARE ALL SITTING STILL AND SMILING IN A NEAR-PERFECT MOTHER'S DAY PHOTO OP. WHAT THE WHAT WHOSE CHILDREN ARE THESE?!?
So that's one expectation that actually worked out.
Though I quickly ditched the above small children and joined my own mom for some Mother's Day shopping. No pictures because we were too busy SHOPPING. SANS CHILDREN. It's a Mother's Day miracle!
We did regroup and meet up with lots of extended family for a patio dinner.
And margaritas. Another expectation fulfilled.
Also:
Flowers.
Other things we did over the weekend...
Took advantage of that 80+ degree weather outside.
Also we...
...met Daniel-freaking-Tiger. ZOMG!
This was Caden's reaction...
...to walking in and seeing Daniel Tiger playing on the TV holy crap it's just like at my house this is the best day EVER!!!!!!11!!!!1!!
This was Caden's reaction...
...to actually meeting the somewhat terrifying 9-foot tall with a freakishly large head Daniel Tiger in person (in tiger?). He actually had the tiniest of grins the entire time he was near Daniel, and waved and said "bye-bye" in the most adorable of ways after our mini meet-and-greet sesh was over.
Brooklyn never took her eyes off of him while we waited in line, but as soon as it was our chance, wanted pretty much nothing to do with DT beyond the safety of Daddy's arms.
There were plenty of snacks, though. And a playground right next door. Definite win.
Onward now, to a fairly standard week. We'll keep those expectations to a minimum.
