Celebrating My Mothering

You know those moms that when asked what they want for mother's day will say something sweet like, "Just a hug and a kiss." Bless them for that. I, however, am most definitely not one of those mom's.

I revel in the pampering.  The sleeping in, the decadent breakfast, the showering of gifts.  I'll take it all.  Topped off with a hug and a kiss. And a huge dollop of whipped cream.

These people I call mine do celebrating me right.

Homemade crepes.  Why doesn't Allen cook more often?!?  They were stupid delicious.

I love my people.  Even more when they are super good to me.  And give me lots of presents.

 I move that Mother's Day be made a monthly occassion.  Bi-monthly?  At least quarterly.  Can someone second that request, please and STAT.

I can still taste that crepe dangit.

Finishing Philadelphia

And now for the sake of posterity (you better read this when I'm dead and gone and remember that I was the raddest mother on the planet), the final Philadelphia photo dump.

Buckle your seatbelts kids, it's going to be a wild ride:

//USS New Jersey//

//Camden Aquarium//

//The Franklin Institute//

 That's a heart.

Bless.  Our.  Hearts.

 Weather Dude.

//Four Seasons//

Eden's most favorite person on the planet.  Brat.  

//Rocky Steps//

 Philadelphia over and out.

A Decade of Doting

Ten years ago (as of Tuesday) this little boy came into the world and made us a mommy and daddy.  And stretched my heart in ways I didn't know was possible. 

Oh how I adore this manchild.

Which is really no surprise, because he is his father.  In miniature form.

And oh, how I adore his father.

He is smart and witty and kind and responsible and helpful and creative and resourceful and so fun to just sit and talk with.  He really is growing up into this respectable little person, and it is so completely satisfying.

I mean, sometimes I want to punch him in the nose, but, all things considered (see above), that goes with the territory.

 Happy Birthday my Ryder-man.  Thanks for making me a mommy and showing me what it means to love unconditionally.  And refrain from punching other humans in the nose.

I LOVE YOU KID.

**Also, props to the father for getting the boy into an early showing of Spiderman and feeding him a horse-sized dead cow.  You made his life**