A Real Mother's Day
My Mother's Day started with me crying because my oldest son didn't want to wear anything to church except for his Spiderman suit or his Robin Hood costume. I guess the crying worked. Vitali tilted his head to the side and said, "Mommy, are you sensitive?" I think at this point I have two things against me with crying over something as silly as what my son wears to church on Mother's Day; one, I'm a chick, and two, my pregnancy hormones have a mind of their own...and they're in full force!
My favorite part of Mother's day was the pictures. Nothing changes, you always get more "real" pictures than you do "pretty and posed."
Yup, it really doesn't change...
I hope you had a wonderful Mother's day!