Most days I feel really blessed to be a mom. The other days I want to own a Jeep Wrangler and live like a bohemian in the southwest. I'd wear faded jeans, tank tops and cowboy boots all the time. I'd have a trusty dog to ride with me as the dust billowed behind us and the wind blew back our hair (and ears).
Where was I? Oh yes, most days. I have two of the sweetest little girls, ever. (Ahem, most days they are sweet). So, Mothers Day weekend we were fairly busy. Saturday my inlaws came up for a visit. They went to Birdies swim lesson with us, then treated us to lunch at Olive Garden. Gram and Gramdad is what we call them. It's supposed to be "Grandad" but Wren says "Gramdad," which is way cuter.
They went home after lunch. The girls took really good naps (thanks heavens). Then, it was time to go visit my mom, who is too cool to be called Grandma. We call her "Grannah." She lives five minutes from our house so it's really convenient. My brother, his wife and their little girl, Briar, were there too.
Wren is only three months older than Briar so they have a great time playing together. Autumn will be playing with them this time next year.
We cooked out burgers and dogs, sweet corn and baked beans. My sister in law, Dixie, made a strawberry cake. Beautiful mild weather and blue skies!
The next day, actual Mothers Day, I hung out with Mark and the girls. Mark made breakfast. Then we packed a picnic lunch and drove to Zionsville to the playground. We had the place all to ourselves and it was a lot of fun. Later that day the girls gave me a cover for my Nook and a card.
It was a nice simple Mothers Day :) Yes, most days, the majority of days, I wouldn't have it any other way.