There would be no one to convince my three year old to snuggle in bed at 6:15am when he came to wake us. I don't know how he did it, but I can never get that kid to crawl in bed and snuggle, even if I make promises of Care Bears. So we managed to get until close to 7am before he was ready to move. Then Dad took him to make breakfast in bed. I slide down a little farther in bed, and made attempts at sleep. My child is just getting into secrets though, and needed to check, double check, and triple check that I would not come out. I MUST stay in bed. Got it, I promised to, but he wasn't sure. I am not sure that the child that made me a mother made a bit of my breakfast. So, thank you Dad.
Preston's dad also made sure that they were both ready for church on time, while I got to take my time and put on make up!! I am not sure of the last time I had time for makeup... Granted, they played lots of special music in church, and being the large pregnant woman that I currently am, I managed to cry it all off by the time church was over. Such a nice service for the all the moms! In church, Preston managed to only misbehave a dozen times, and without complaint, Brandon had the many talks, so that I could sit and cry, and listen, and fan myself. Am I the only one in that sanctuary that feels like it is a sauna??
Then we came home, and Brandon changed their matching outfits (yes, they wore matching to church without my prompting.) We loaded back up and headed out to Brandon's parents for a lunch that was partially made by the dad's. It was SO much food, and I think we ate enough to last us a week. The Dad's grilled the largest steaks I have ever cared to see. Even though I didn't eat a thing off the grill, there is something I love about a grilled meal. It just tastes better. I look forward to this summer and all the grilling Brandon will do. I wish I knew how, we would probably grill every night if I did.
After lunch, we were thinking about driving up on skyline drive and messing around, see how many contractions that we could make me have. The weather was so cool though that Brandon surprised me with the offer of Target... This is HUGE. The man does NOT like to go shopping. He offered to go look at monitors with me, which was even bigger because he knew that we would spend an arm and leg one. He even offered to get the movement monitor set up as well, so that I can feel like I am ready for this baby. Yes, I have two monitors for one child. I am crazy, I know, but I really don't want these kids in our bed, and this helps us both be able to sleep... I dread the day we start worrying about our kids sneaking out because they will be too heavy for the movement monitors then...
Then on the way home Preston falls asleep. Dread sets in, we both wanted naps. Never have we been able to take this sleeping kid out of the car and keep him asleep. It happened though!!! Brandon somehow got him into bed, and took his shoes off, and he stayed asleep! That makes him a super hero in my book. So we had family nap time. Naps for adults though I think are different than naps for kids. Kids refuel. Adults get even more zapped. It had finally warmed up though, so we drug ourselves outside, and Preston picked me flowers in between races with Dad.
After being too full from lunch we scrapped Mother's Day dinner, and had some boxed noodles. They hit the spot though. I may have to remember to get some more. It was a great relaxing day, that I still felt like things were accomplished. We settled in so Preston and I could watch "our show." The kid loves Amercia's Funniest Home Videos as much as I do. I do have to sensor some of my laughing though at the people that get hurt. It isn't as funny to a three year old. Last night he covered his eyes during the man getting a chest wax.
Thank you so much to the Dad though, that made it all possible. Mother's Day would not be what they are without the dad's that make it happen. Preston has the best Dad a Mom could ask for.
The last 1,398 days this kid has taught me more than I thought it would be possible for one person to do. He has taught me patience and joy. He has taught me that the heart doesn't explode, but will walk right up to the line of explosion. He has shown me how to panic over a fall, and how to have a calm exterior so he can calm down. He has embarrassed me more times than I can count, and I look forward to when he is old enough for me to return the favor. However, I wouldn't trade a second of his precious life. I love how he has made me, I am a better person because of him. I know that he will continue to shape me, and I him. I look forward to it.
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