It all started on Friday, with the arrival of the GC2.0's Mother's Day bouqet. (Very beautiful if I do say so myself). This then transitioned into a lovely date night (see prior post).
Saturday came too quickly for the Editor, but he rebounded surprisingly. Ahh, sushi! We somehow got the whole BY Universe to go to a birthday party. (Editor's Note: now, the BY Universe is surprisingly un-mobile. Anytime we want to go, it takes like an hour. Seriously. Between getting each individual cuteness in the their individual cute outfits, and then packing the "emergency bag" and then packing them up takes forever. By the end of it, the GC2.0 and I each need a beer and a makeover.
But the party was lovely. But it seems the Pizz is getting a little rep. The last 2 birthday parties we've been too, it seems that can't keep her clothes on. Yup! Somehow she does something (read: plays too aggressively near a water table) to get absolutely soaked. Then of course, the one thing we forget to bring is a backup outfit. (How!? I don't know. We freakin have like 100 diapers! Why can't we just duct-tape together an outfit!) But, leave it to the GC2.0. She's a regular female/mommy/MacGyver. She whips out one of our 8 baby blankets, and makes a sarong! (sp???? Man, that's a word I never thought I would blog about)Whew! Somehow we survived it!
Sunday was the big day! The GC2.0 somehow got up extra early to make pancakes! The Editor failed, and somehow overslept until 7am. This is extra difficult due to the fact that we have to go to 8am mass. Yup! This is definitely the less crowded one, and we can't have 2 screaming infants ruin God. Plus, my whole excommunication thing is still pending in front of the Holy See.
So, this makes for a very fast, interesting am. I run downstairs. Wolf down some yummy pancakes. (Note: Some of you might be wondering why I didn't get up and make breakfast! Well, my answer is who in their right mind would try to get up a make a lovely breakfast when there are 2 screaming infants and 1 todder with raging otitis knowing that you have to be at church like 15mins before 8 and it takes you an hour to pack up everything. Wait... oh!) Run upstairs. Shower in like 5 mins.... no shaving.... man, I look ragged. Throw on some slacks and a shirt. And help the GC2.0 pack. "Maine, we can't make it on time! Why don't we bag it? Plus, I might not actually be allowed in!" "No, you silly goose. Get steppin'" (Note: as a point of reference... silly goose might not be the actual words she used... in fact, whenver I have put in the words "silly goose", just know that is the G-rated version)
So we blaze off in the Santa Maria to Church, and somehow make it only 5 mins late. Our punishment: sitting all the way up in front!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Tooo close to God. "Maine, I get it... this is the point where I get struck down... thanks!"
But, somehow I survived, and lived through the mass. As you might be wondering, I didn't drop the Host this time. I had to prop the Dude up in my left arm and hold out my right hand only. NO more open mouthing it for me! Presto! No excommunication!!!
Then, after nap time, came the pre-planned Mommy Day picnic!!! We packed up the crew and trucked over to the park. There we had a lovely lunch of salad, turkey, chips and potato salad. The weather cooperated, and so did the KP and Twizzles.... well... except for phototime!Man, we tried to snap away at every second, but couldn't get the right shot! I went through about 200 pics, but no magical winner of the group! Mostly it was the Pizz being difficult...
But we tried!
All in all, it was a lovely Mother's Day weekend. What would you expect to honor the best, sexiest (that's why we're in this predicament), smartest, most organized, sassiest, sharpest Mother in the fleet!
Happy Freakin Mother's Day!!!
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