May thirteen

Today is mom's day. That's what Eli tells me in his cute little voice.

Even though I missed most of it while I was working, I still had a good mother's day. Even despite the fact that mr Eli head-butted me when I tried to take him away from his toys for bathtime . Mike made me French toast for dinner (yum!) and I have cheerful daisies and this book to read...

I have a good husband and an adorably perfect little boy ... and another that could be here any time now. I'm a happy momma.

I also have a mom who is my best friend and that makes me pretty grateful too.

I joke with my mom about this... But in all seriousness I don't know if I could function without her (a cellphone call away at any moment.). We also joke that hopefully she won't have to come live with me again here in a couple months if my PPD craziness sets in. As fun as it would be to have her here for awhile, all fingers crossed that it won't be necessary.

Happy mother's day to all my mommy friends. (especially the new ones that really really longed to be mommas). I read today that becoming a mom is like getting a tattoo on your face. You better be committed.

Since I can't reach my toes... I sat on the couch tonight and tried to pull a foot on my lap and give my toenails some much needed attention. Here is my little boy trying to copy off his momma.