It's Friday again. How did that happen? Where did the week go?
I know where it went. It went to the airport, to brunch, to Trader Joe's, to preschool, to Target, to dance class, to Starbucks and then to bed. Yet even in the midst of the busyness there still has been time for Bible study, breakfast with my favorites, morning walks, a heart to heart on my couch, and silly texts exchanged between good friends.
Bubbles have been a favorite around here for the little ones and big sister patiently obliges.
Last Saturday we gathered for what I hope becomes a monthly ritual. Generously pouring coffee and slathering cream and lemon curd on our scones as we swapped stories and shared laughter. Thank you Lord for the amazing women in my life.
Our drive to the airport brought Daddy home. We celebrated.
{monkey in the middle}
Sunday morning we played hooky from church and had an early Mother's Day celebration with Grammy. It was lovely. We even left with an appetizer for that evening {more on that later}.
Here's our week at a glance and then we'll move into confessions and the said appetizer story.
{i bought mint pants, huge step for me}
{trent has started branching out from Dr. Seuss}
{baby enjoyed her pasta}
{pumpkin cookies in May...I see no issue}
Confessions
1. All you can eat buffets can really bring out the chintzy in all of us, however most don't smuggle home an entire block of brie. Meet the Kellas'.
We enjoyed it with crackers and wine. I did stop Drake from shoving sugar packets into his pockets {seriously}, I must draw the line somewhere.
2. The only thing equal to the number of times a day my children say "mom" is the number of times a day they step on my barefeet. Sometimes I hide from them and sometimes Drake finds me.
3. I have ridiculous baby bangs growing in from my pregnancy with Samantha and I hate them.
4. My dinner last night was cookies.
5. My feet are being stepped on right now and I'm annoyed.
Well folks, gotta get...we are making homemade pizza tonight and slicing watermelon, the dishwasher won't empty itself and I smell something foul coming from my youngest. Praying all you mamas out there have a blessed Mother's Day. Feeling generous? Share a confession or two...