Technically it was May 8th and her birthday is the 9th, but it was also Mother's Day and my poor mom always suffers through combined celebrations. Dad made a FABULOUS layer cake with raspberry and buttercream.
Thank goodness for my mom. She watches Hal everyday while I work and he loves her so much. The older I get, the more I ask her advice and opinion and value her input highly. I feel as though there is a database in my brain entirely for questions I need to ask my mom at all times from the practical to philosophical.
Why is my baby always only in a diaper?
For Mothers Day, Hal bought me a cover with a light for my Kindle (which is the other reason I am not as frequent blogging as I should be!) and a foam play mat for himself for the kitchen. Eric facilitated a lovely breakfast and on Saturday we hiked at the Cedar Ridge Reserve- very nice albeit a good 25 min drive.
Its funny- I don't think of myself as a "Mother" - "mother"s are people who provide guidance, discpline, wisdom (whether seen that way or not) and usually some amount of mild mental pathology. OK, I might give Hal some anxieties or whatever, but I'm more "clingy monkey mommy" not a "mother," as we don't really discuss life or have learning moments or yell because someone touched the stove or made a decision to eat dog food.
Mostly he just clings to me rather frequently and sometimes he prefers me to everyone else (except Georgie always), so I feel like just a clingy monkey mommy. If we need to have cake and gifts to recognize the fact that my infant clings to me and I move him about all the time and cut up pieces of sausage for him, then I'm all for it!
Things Hal is doing:
-LOVING LOVING "outside"- knows the word and looks out the door everytime you say it
-LOVING LOVING reading reading reading
-Loving his drumsticks - taking one everywhere
-Sleeping on his side and rolling to his belly, practicing crawling in bed (but in no way actually crawling yet. argh)
-Eating when I turn around and stop watching/cajoling him in his high chair
-LOVES Ikea meatballs, mango, giant pieces of bread
I am so lucky to be his monkey mommy!
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