For Mother’s Day I’ve made myself a little bouquet of favorite things from the past few weeks:
“I’m giving Madeline a gentle hug Mommy. Go get your camera”
Madeline’s traffic-stopping, toothless grin. We literally had old ladies following her around like she was a rock star during a recent shopping trip in Tennessee.
In the midst of a temper tantrum over not getting a treat because of bad behavior Patrick stopped mid-sob to pat his chest and ask, in a desperate last attempt, “Is this good be-ha-ha-ha-vior?”
The chunks-upon-kachunks that are Madeline’s gorgeously thunderous thighs. Even cuter when stuffed into white tights and topped with ruffled underpants. Monogrammed ruffled underpants.
Patrick’s sweaty head the other night after a busy afternoon playing at school. With his basketball shorts and shaggy hair he looked just like a big kid coming home from practice.
The wonderful variety of Madeline’s summertime baby clothes (especially seersucker bubbles and ‘play sets’) and the contrasting singularity of Patrick’s fashion interest. That kid is going to get married in a tuxedo made of football jersey material. And possibly a Cookie Monster diaper.
Riga-tiga-toni, Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ouille (the movie), hangaburger, and la-zag-ina—“it’s hard to say, isn’t it Mommy?”
Patrick’s incredibly brave showing at the dentist despite being visibly scared. When it was all over he sat up and, thinking the dentist couldn’t hear, whispered “Get me out of here Mommy.”
My very first kid-made Mother's Day present: a beautiful red flower planted in a pot, with a card and a photo of Patrick making it "all my-byself."
I'm a very lucky Mommy.
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