Monday, May 11, 2009
The post Mother's Day blog
First, the sap.
On June 10, 2002, after eighteen hours of labor, my Banana baby came into the world. The second they announced, "here she is!" I burst into tears while still up in stirrups. She was beautiful and perfect and had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. She transformed my life and took me from "Amy" to "Mommy" and I have never looked back.
Just seventeen months later, on November 18, 2003 Kbear came shooting into the world. She was my drug free birth, but I don't hold that against her. From the moment she opened her eyes, she had the entire nursing staff cooing over her gorgeous curly hair. She officially made me the mother of two.
And two years ago, on March 29, 2007 my Oregon baby was born. Chunk was the hardest labor, and to me he represents everything we have worked for here in Oregon. I was pregnant when we undertook one of the biggest transitions of my life, and when he came into the world out here in the Pacific Northwest, I really felt like my family in Oregon was complete. I cannot begin to imagine my life without him. He made me the mother of a son and he is a little dose of sunshine in every day.
So there you go. My three sappy beautiful Mother's Day blessings.
Now, on to business.
You probably noticed it already....there are no lists posted on my blog. Nothing singing my many praises. No warm fuzzy feelings.
You may be wondering if my husband is lying somewhere in the fetal position, missing various important pieces of vital anatomy. But he's not. I promise. In fact, he's completely off the hook at least for another year. Here's why:
First of all, he let me sleep in. I slept in until TEN O'CLOCK completely uninterrupted. This never happens. Even when you're "on vacation" (aka in the hospital after birthing yet another baby) you don't get that much uninterrupted sleep because someone is always coming in to check on you or take your blood pressure. So for that alone, I love him and he rocks.
But then he made breakfast. Fresh strawberries, coffee cake, bacon, and icy cold mimosas. Can you say total yummy? While we ate, I read the six cards that the kids made for me. I only have three kids (and one can't write yet) but I got six cards. How totally special is that?
Then I got to lay around on the couch for awhile. I watched the Cubs game in my pajamas. And wonderful smells started coming out of the kitchen. Lo and behold, for dinner we had from-scratch chicken Parmesan with from-scratch spaghetti sauce. Warm bread, salad, and raspberry brownies completed the trip to my happy place.
AND, he and the kids gave me the Magic Bullet blender, which I have wanted FOREVER. I've been having a serious amount of fun with it already, including making Chunk a smoothie with his breakfast, As a bonus, according to my math if I make 13 more blendy coffee drinks, it will have paid for itself!
So between not giving him enough notice for compiling a laundry list of my many fine and lovable attributes and the fact that we didn't get home until 1:30 in the morning after my sister-in-law's 50th surprise party on Saturday night, I think I can safely let him off the hook.
You hear that honey? You're in the clear.
But that being said, I kind of WAS looking forward to reading what the kids came up with. So next year I want those lists. And don't say I didn't give you enough notice.
I love you, thank you for a wonderful day!