I didn't have the typical Mother's Day. Of course I am not the typical mom. I am not a champagne and chocolates kind of girl. And my dear, sweet husband knows this. So what did he get me for Mother's Day?
That's right folks. A dozen roses, a 12 pack of beer and some Jelly Bellys (which have most recently been used as my main motivator to get Mari to go pee pee in the potty). Yes, I know some women would smack their husbands upside the head if this was what they woke up to on Mother's Day but it was right up my alley. Then Paul got to work making me a nice bacon themed breakfast. Since I can't remember the last time Paul cooked anything besides grilled cheese I felt this deserved a picture as well. So I give you Paul with his signature cheese ball thumbs up cooking breakfast:
Then in typical Mother's Day fashion the kids got hopped up on powdered donuts and fought over a stuffed elephant.
My mom and brother came over and we headed out for a picnic in the park and a nice hike in O'Neill Regional Park. Mari even went on the big girl swings all by herself for the first time.
We closed the day with some yummy Italian food my brother brought back from a restaurant. I stuffed myself with carbs until I could barely budge, watched some tv, and called it a night. Good times. Good times.