Mom's Day

I hope you all had a wonderful Mother's Day (whether you're a mother or not!). I don't know what the weather was like where you are, but here is was incredibly gorgeous on Saturday and incredibly miserable on Sunday. Luckily we had planned to visit a Metro Garden (sounds trendy, huh?) on Saturday to celebrate our first Mother's Day as a family of four. We had originally planned to have a picnic, but please, that's way too much work. We went to the park and stopped at Fazoli's on the way home. I got some really nice hanging baskets for the front porch and a coupon organizer (woot, woot!) for the occasion. Now that's my kind of Mother's Day.





After an initial freak out because someone looked at her (pretty standard these days), Katy loved it. This place had a boardwalk through the woods that was perfect for strollers, and Katy kept calling every stick in the woods a "snake" until I taught her the word "stick." Then we ran into a family that I know from work, so she ran around with their boys for a while and had a blast. David was really good, sleeping in the car seat or the Bjorn the whole time.





After church this morning we went to Costco to pick up a few things. While we were picking up $85 worth of diapers and wipes (I wish I were kidding), it seemed to get somewhat empty in the store. Then I heard one of the workers say, "It touched down just west of here, and it's headed this way. It should be here in about 20 minutes." I knew instantly that she was talking about a tornado. My first instinct was to get in car and drive the heck away from there, but then I looked at the front of the store and knew we'd never make it: there was a huge mob of people trying to pay and leave (aren't cell phones amazing? Everyone knew the tornado was headed right toward us). So I spent the next 20 minutes doing what I always do: panicking for no reason. By the time we got out of the store, the storm had passed over us and we hadn't even realized it. So that was a little Mother's Day excitement.





I have to admit, though, that I was a little overwhelmed by my children this weekend. Katy's stranger anxiety has gotten so bad that we decided not to attend a party we wanted to go to today, because it would inevitably be stressful. And David has really woken up the past few days. He heard the rumor about 6 weeks being the peak of fussiness and decided he didn't want to be an exception to that rule. He cries in the car, wants to be held all the time, and isn't sleeping nearly as well. But I know this is just a phase. It'll get better. I'm just tired. And that's what being a mom is all about.