Post (Mother's Day) Weekend

Can't Mother's Day be on a Saturday? Or could we have the Monday after off, too, please? Jumping back into real life again right away on Monday seems kind of harsh after such a beautiful, pampering, celebratory sort of weekend. An extra day to cushion the blow would be so helpful.

And WHAT a weekend. Can we pause and take a moment to talk about the weather for a sec? This was like actual summer weather. MY ARM GOT SUNBURNED. (No, not plural. only one, because only one arm was in the sun. It's super attractive.) Minnesota, you've been kind of sucking in the spring weather department lately, but I'll give you full credit for this weekend.

A few snippets:

Impromptu zoo trip on Friday afternoon.

Impromptu zoo trip on Friday afternoon.

Self, in a few years when you start to feel sad that they are all grown, just remember how often you had to push a 90+ pound double stretch-limo of a stroller around. Praise the miracle that is them walking all on their own. Feel better? No? Maybe? Good.

Self, in a few years when you start to feel sad that they are all grown, just remember how often you had to push a 90+ pound double stretch-limo of a stroller around. Praise the miracle that is them walking all on their own. Feel better? No? Maybe? Good.

Awww...

Awww...

Saturday passed, with some fun as some friends and I snuck away to treat ourselves to a pedicure. Which also turned into manicures. Because who wanted to go home already? Also: too busy getting pampered for pics. 

Switch gears. I want you to picture that it is Sunday. Mother's Day. Picture breakfast in bed. Except your husband doesn't cook. And your kids are certainly too young to even successfully pour cereal and milk into a bowl. But they still want to give you the breakfast in bed experience. Your only real request was iced coffee. Oh, and you also don't own any fancy pants breakfast trays. Oh yes, your breakfast in bed might look something like this:

And it was delicious. Is that a high chair tray, you might ask? YES. Yes it is.

And it was delicious.

Is that a high chair tray, you might ask? YES. Yes it is.

Caden and Brooklyn got to sit with me in bed while I dined, though they may have snuck more than their fair share of hashbrown bites. They were quite helpful, telling me to, "take a bite, mommy!" "now take a sip of your coffee!" every five seconds, not concerned about basic physical functions like chewing what was already in my mouth before pushing me to eat or drink more. The second I was done it was all about the presents. They could hardly contain their excitement and Brooklyn already had her present for me partway open before I even got downstairs.

"Wow Caden, did you pick this out yourself?"

"Yup"

"Why did you pick this out?"

"Because I wanted it."

Fair enough.

Again, the WEATHER. Can we bottle it up and keep it this way? For the next six months or so?

Again, the WEATHER. Can we bottle it up and keep it this way? For the next six months or so?

Daughter to a mother and mother to a daughter.

Daughter to a mother and mother to a daughter.

Hello, sunburned arm.

Hello, sunburned arm.

Today was right back into the thick of it. Back to tantrums and kisses, play dates and sibling feuds, crumbs and (not enough) caffeine. 

But I wasn't kidding about needing that three day weekend.