Mother's Day Monday

I'm fairly certain no one really celebrates the day after Mother's Day. But I'm up early (no surprise there, more on that in a future post), and had half drafted this blog post in my mind yesterday, so am here to ramble. You're welcome.

Let's back up to last Wednesday night. My daughter is long past the age of being able to sleep through the night, yet chooses not to on occasion for various reasons: teething, being overtired and unable to go back to sleep without a song and snuggles, the situation in Ukraine on her mind, etc. Her night waking is less than once per month now, so it's not really a big deal. Also, she's a really good kid. Despite currently testing her limits as a toddler, she's easygoing, happy, and fun, so I honestly don't complain about her often. Sappiness alert: every day, I remind myself of how wonderful it is to have her in my life. Anyway, last Wednesday was one of her flashback nights. She did a flashback to being a newborn. Up three times, standing up in her crib, bawling, and clearly needed 17 verses of the same kiddie song sung to her while I held her in the rocking chair in her room. So we did that. Three different times.

On Friday afternoon, a box from Proflowers arrived on our doorstep. It was also my dad's birthday, and we were hosting a little family get-together for that, so I assumed they were for him. Really, what 73 year-old man doesn't want flowers for his birthday? Nope. It was my lucky day.

For me? You shouldn't have! Actually, you should have. Toddler offspring, you're much more awesome today than you were overnight. I'll sloppily blur your name out here so the online creepers are less likely to kidnap you. 

The flowers made a lovely addition to the coffee table, side table, and dinner table. My husband rightfully assumed they'd be a welcome addition to our home during the birthday shinding, so had them delivered a couple days before Mother's Day. We moved them around throughout the weekend. I'm currently looking at them on the coffee table, out of the corner of my eye. They're still beautiful. 

And this. Why take a pic of a full box of chocolates when you can eat a few right away? Delish.

Yeah, I could have picstitched these three together. Or placed them in view for one photograph. But I didn't bother. Eh. Maybe blogging isn't for me, we shall see.

That was Friday. Saturday evening we went to church, to free up our Sunday morning for my Mother's Day plans. I'm sure you were dying to know when I went to mass over the weekend. We almost didn't. We walked in to church to see we were going to have two baptisms, a first communion, and the full choir. With our active toddler? We braced ourselves and persevered through the 75 minute mass. Not that I was looking at my watch. Nope, never in church. Not me.

Yesterday, on the actual Mother's Day, I got to go running sans stroller (always a real treat) with a group of friends. We usually run, then go about our merry ways for the rest of the day, but being Mother's Day, we treated ourselves to this. Yeah, someone's name is pictured, but that's after we joked about picturing names and linking blogs, and since I'm not saying anything with much meaning aside from "Kara had iced tea yesterday," I'll abstain from linking her. For now. I'll think of a decent reason to link some of the blogs I follow eventually, once I'm more into the whole blogging thing.

The green one must be healthy. Pretty much like drinking a multivitamin.
(Truth: I ordered a green one, after my friend did, because it sounded so good, and couldn't decide which coffee drink I wanted. It's just easier to be a follower than make your own decision sometimes. And, yesterday, totally worth being a follower for a green drink.)

Then, my morning o' fun continued, and I ventured to Target and Lowe's sans toddler. A dream come true. I was overflowing with glee to be buying diapers and light bulbs without my 22 lb sidekick. Side note: she loves to shop. I could take or leave it. Since she loves it, we do run a lot of errands together. It's easy entertainment and keeps me from having to tell her "no" to opening the snack cabinet for the 17th time in an hour. As I mentioned above, she's testing her toddler limits.

I don't recommend waiting until Mother's Day to buy a hanging planter basket for your mom. They all had similar brown accents to go with the green foliage and colorful flowers. Fortunately I was buying really exciting stuff like light bulbs and peat moss, and just stopped to look at the flowers on the way out.

My day continued in a fairly ordinary fashion, so I'll start bringing this ramble to a close. As I suspect will be the case for quite a while, many of my posts will end up longer than I planned them to be. Eh, why ponder on a good way to shorten when you can post and be done? No one's forcing anyone to read my ramblings.

On celebrating Mother's Day: my family didn't really celebrate the Hallmark holidays much when I was growing up. Consequently, the celebrations aren't important to me, and I often forget about them, but I happened to marry someone whose family is much more "celebratory" on those kinds of things. Lucky me: I get to enjoy flowers, chocolates, and a card. My husband, though, better send me a meeting maker to remind me Father's Day is coming up if he wants the baby and me to remember. Honestly, I'm most looking forward to getting the cards and macaroni necklaces she makes herself in a few years. I'm a silly sap like that.

How does your family typically celebrate (or barely mention) Hallmark holidays?

Final end note for this post: If you read this whole post, you deserve a prize. I don't have any, so go find a shiny penny or something for yourself and call it your prize.