Mother's Day 2011

Today was my third Mother's Day but my first as a mom to two children so it was extra special.

Steve was working, so I spent the day with my two boys and Nana.  We decided to have a celebratory lunch at The Rainforest Cafe (one of Owen's favorite restaurants) and spend the rest of the day just hanging at home with the kids.  I am looking forward to the day where my children understand the meaning of the day and get into it, but for now - they just think it's like any other day and that's fine with me.

I had asked Steve not to get me any gifts because I feel like I need to pay off the very pretty gift I asked for (and he gave me) for Adam's arrival just a few months ago.  Nana gave me a beautiful Glassybaby candleholder and a big strawberry planter filled with strawberry plants.  I gave Nana an IOU for her Glassybaby since I dropped the ball this year.  We both exchanged cards from each other and the kids.

We took a few photos to document the day - although we were both basically wearing pajamas.  As Fred Armison impersonating Joy Behar says, "So what, who cares?"

Then after Nana left, I entertained myself by taking some photos of the boys together and then thought I could take a better self portrait of the three of us by using my timer on my camera.  Here's how they turned out.  I can't stop laughing about the second one...I love how despite me trying to shove Owen out of the way, I'm still smiling at the camera.  Like I thought somehow that photo would turn out well. 

After the day was done and the kids were in bed, I gave myself the best present I could ask for on Mother's Day.  I made it a point to hold both boys and rock them in my arms while they were sleeping.  I do this everyday with Adam, obviously, but I haven't done it with Owen in months.  I took him out of his crib and snuggled with him in the rocking chair for a few minutes.  Just to remind myself how fast this time has been passing and how soon it will be before I can't do that anymore.  If this is making you tear up at all, I challenge you to read the book Love You Forever.  Such a horrible book.  I have no idea how you can read that to your child without bawling.  Anyway, we had our very own Love You Forever moment.  And that was the best present in the world.