And it started early, which is even better.
On Friday I was invited to a little mama's day tea at Cruz's school. They serenaded us with two songs, cookies and the cutest little picture frames that C and his fave girl are showing off right here.
Cruz was, of course, the one who jumped out in front of his entire class directly after the second song to bow so we all knew it was time to clap and show them some love.
On Saturday we crafted theses bad boys for the grandmas. I mean, we may be getting a bit too big for the foot print crafts -just look at the size of those feet. And think about it, we handed these over to the grandmas, like here, it's a flower pot with a painted foot on it. Enjoy. Though, I think they enjoy them.
Sunday is where the best part came in.
I woke up to Cruz - in bed with us of course why would he be in his own bed - leaning over me saying "happy mudder's day, mommy" with flowers and a card.
Then Nick got up, not me, Nick and whipped up some eggs over easy and toast. It was delish. But that was just to tide us over because after debating our plans (we wanted to go to my parent's place to golf but it was storming), we decided to head to a late brunch. Which let's be honest is technically lunch, but brunch sounds so much better. Don't you agree?
And as Nick said, "what's better than brunch? Mexican brunch." So off to Cantina Laredo we went.
Table side guac. Queso. The most amazing warm salsa. Sharing the enchiladas veracruz with my Cruz. And complimentary mimosas and bloody marys. Um, yes please. Oh yeah, and spending the day with my two guys? My fave. I've got me two handsome men in my life.
And we met Marc & B, which Cruz just loved because he had someone other than his daddy and I to show off for.
Now it's back to reality. Laundry, picking up after the toddler tornado, dirty diapers, boogers handed to me like they are some sort of present. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Hope you all had the most amazing mother's day....mama or not!
And for those of you in the Midwest - hoping you stayed out of the mess of storms we had. They were a doozy.