Mother's Day

Best Dad Ever

When my ENT told me I'd want to stay in bed for two weeks after my tonisllectomy/adenoidectomy, I kind of thought he was exaggerating. I figured it would hurt. A lot. But as someone who has had strep more times that I can count, I figured I could handle a sore throat. I was wrong. My mom came for a few days to take care of me while Lance had to work and then Lance took a full week off of work to hang out with the kids. And he was a rock star. He did random taste tests with them. He took them to pick out veggies and plant a garden. He read them books, took them to the park, even had a playdate with Matt and the girls while Susan stayed home with Paisley. And I stayed in bed. Pretty much the entire time. Doing absolutely nothing. And what's even better than the fact that he did all of this is that he didn't complain! Not even once. Best. Dad. Ever.

The Easter Egg Hunt

Last year, on Easter, my mom set up an Easter egg hunt for the kids. Lots of plastic eggs filled with way too much candy, money, stickers, etc. And since then, every time we visit my mom the kids ask for an Easter egg hunt. And every single time they ask, she says yes. Every. Single. Time. So, in the past year there have been quite a few Easter egg hunts. The big difference this time is that the hunt actually occurred on Easter.

Curly Top

When I was younger, I remember begging my mom to let me sleep in rollers. They were pink, sponge rollers that would poke me all night long and, if I managed to keep all of them in, would leave me with a head full of what we called back then "banana curls". Inevitably, however, one would fall out during the night leaving me with one long, sad, straight piece of hair a full 5 inches shorter than the rest of the curly 'do.

Somehow Rowan caught wind of the idea of rollers. A girl in her preschool had worn them to bed and came to school with curly hair. Well, Rowan just had to have them. She talked about them. She wrote them down on her birthday list. We would look in the aisle at Target for them, just to make sure they were still there.

Finally, at her birthday party, Lily and Layna included some rollers in her present. Pink sponge rollers that she could sleep in. So we tried them out. She loves it. She wants to wear them all the time. And we have, so far, avoided the one long, lanky clump of hair.

Party Girl

With Rowan's birthday party a full 6 weeks ago, I guess it's time to post a few pictures of her fun day. She had a great gymnastics party with lots of friends, pink and purple cupcakes and tons of fun. We headed to Red Robin afterward (her choice, of course) for her birthday dinner. Rowan was thrilled that she got to spend the day with so many of her favorite friends and I was thrilled that all I had to do was bring along the cupcakes!

Why Waking Up Isn't So Hard to Do

Let's get one thing clear. I am not a morning person. At all. Clearly my days of "sleeping in" have been gone for some time, but I still haven't really adapted to waking up early. But when I am greeted by the happiest, sweetest 3-year-old boy ever, it makes waking up so much easier.

This was my morning...

6:30am--Tate wakes up, earlier than usual at a time when I usually say something like "It's not 7:00 yet. You can stay in your room and play and I'll get you when it's time." and then I try to go back to sleep, to no avail. But today, having been up since 5:30 when those pesky narcotics wore off, I walked in and climbed into his bed. The conversation went something like this:

Tate: Mommy, come cuddle with me. I just love you so, so, so much.
Me: Okay, bud, let me climb up (we assume cuddling position)
Tate: Mommy, you are the cutest mommy I ever seed.
Me: Thanks, Buddy. You are the sweetest 3-year-old I know.
Tate: But you are the best mommy ever. (Gives many many kisses)
(Kisses, hugs and cuddles continue. As do compliments upon compliments from Tate. "Mommy, I like your purple jammies. They are soft. Mommy, you are so pretty. Mommy, I had a dream about you last night. Mommy, you are so special. Mommy, I love you.") Then we have a "kissing party" where we give each other tons of kisses and sometimes I get lucky and he lets me kiss the cutest little belly ever.

This went on for a full 30 minutes. Seriously, this boy is going to be the best husband ever someday.