First Mother’s Day


Mother’s Day is pretty epic. I nerdily awaited Mother’s Day like a child waits for Christmas. Because, truly, Mother’s Day is a mom’s Christmas. Christmas is SUCH a stressful holiday for moms. We stress night and day about whether or not our kids are going to have the Christmas that we imagined. Did we get the right toys? Have we done the right crafts? Are Christmas albums on repeat enough? Have we watched Elf and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer ad nauseam? Christmas takes on a totally new meaning as a mom. But Mother’s Day, ah, Mother’s Day. That takes on a new meaning as well.

Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day. Husband and Ben made it amazing. My one request was that I not think about food at all. As seen by my blog, I think about food…a lot. I think about what to eat, when to eat, and whether we are getting all of our nutrients. Husband came through with taking us to brunch and following up with turkey burgers for dinner.

Ben thinks gingerbread pancakes are crazy delicious, as per seen by him shoving them into his mouth by the fistful.

We also took a lovely stroll around the more neighborhood-y parts of Baltimore (Chicagoans–envision a hippy version of Elmwood Park) before presents (!). It was a gloriously sunny and warm day. Ben was fantastically cute and a very good boy. All-in-all, I could not have asked for a better day.

Ben is a Marylander. Thus, he must wear the crab hat.


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