Mother’s Day is pretty much one of my favourite days of the year. I get to force my boys to spend some good quality time with me. So it definitely deserves its own blog post – a week late.

I know, pathetic that you have to have a day in a year where you have to “force” your kids to spend time with you, but I figure that’s only for a few years. When they were little, they couldn’t get enough of me, and when they will be older, they will realize just what an awesome, spectacular, cool Mom I am – and always was (I think just writing that makes me uncool now – but whatev…) and they will be clamouring to spend more time with me.

For now, I will take what I can get.

Started with some lay around in my bed in the morning with mumbled “Happy-Mother’s-Day-I-am-so-tired-do-we-have-to-go-to-church-today-and-what-are-we-doing-after” kind of love. Followed by some nice cards, a new pair of shoes, an awesome photo and poem, and chocolate milk and blueberry banana pancakes. It was followed by a little talking to about having a nicer, more appreciative attitude on Mother’s Day….(hmmpf).

We headed to church and they had a nice service and then a Mother’s Day lunch (which saved my family from having to come up with a nice lunch. Ha. Thank you. Yet another reason for them to go to church:))

Our usual tradition is to head out on a bike ride on Mother’s Day, but it was pouring rain:( We ended up going to plan B (which I usually sneak in there in the evening anyway) of watching a movie of my choice (which I try my best to make sure it is one that they would NEVER watch with me otherwise). And, they totally love it every time! (Ok, love is strong…)

After our film fest, the sun was out! Yah! We got to do our traditional bike ride.

^^^(This is the cool Mom doing her snapchat face)

Of course since Zach and Josh are totally competitive, most of the ride is them trying to pass each other, go faster and knock each other over, with me yelling “Stop it!” in the background.

We made it to a little park, where we did some swinging:

^^^There we are, having a good time, then this inevitably happens:

It never stops.

Off to the teeter totter, where it starts out fun but then gets painful as they think it’s funny to “bump” me:

When we returned, Gabe, Zandra and Sam had returned from spending the day with their Mom. We had our traditional Mother’s Day dinner (we order from the same Italian place year after year – which I love and want to do year after year), the kids had some nice little gifts, and Rob made a yummy cake. We just chilled for the rest of the day.

It was a pretty great day. I love my pretty great people. I’m so glad they give me the chance to be a pretty great mom.

xo