Mothers' Day Weekend

We had a great Mothers' Day weekend. Saturday morning (after a very nice and early long run for me), we all went to watch Rhett run his very first race. Of course, when you have a bunch of three- and four-year-old kids waiting for a race, you shouldn't be surprised that there is a false start, or a false finish. And then you shouldn't be surprised that your four-year old chooses to go to the playground instead of doing it again. The runner in me was disappointed, but the mom in me said, "Good job runner!"




Then I wanted to take the little big man on a date, since, you know, he is the one who made me a mother. He chose to go to the gardens and look at the butterflies...


...ride the train (and the carousel, but no pictures of that)...


...and play at another playground. It was a good, but exhausting (for me) day. And no, Ollie and I didn't go out because, well, he's just a baby. Sorry little dude.


Sunday morning was great. We made some cookies for my mother-in-law (and I ate more than my share) and I got some lovely presents. Rhett drew me a lovely card with real letters. He's getting so awesome at it and I LOVE to see him write. He also gave me some Skinny Cows (how did he know?!) and a lovely potted flower. Of course Hot Tamales were also included. I gave a present to myself: matching ties and vests for the boys (how did I know?!). Oh I love these boys. (And I admit it: I love dressing them alike. There. I said it. As if it needed being said.)




Of course, since this is me I'm writing about, by afternoon I was ready for a break. Chuck was kind enough to take the boys to his parents' house to get dinner ready, while I got an hour to myself. Oh how I love spending time in my house all alone. I had forgotten about last year's brainstorm. So while I loved spending the one-on-one time with Rhett on Saturday, I think next year the weekend will go like this: Friday afternoon will be my date with Ollie, Saturday morning will be mine alone, Saturday afternoon will be my date with Rhett, and Sunday will be a regular Sunday. Perfect, no?

P.S. Our dinner was this very good bacon chicken. So good.