Happy Mother's Day to Me

I still feel a little weird about being a mom because I usually feel like I'm still sixteen years old and there is no way I'm responsible enough to have all these kids... But whether I feel like it or not, I'm a mom. This year is only my third Mother's Day (since Patrick wouldn't celebrate the Mother's Day I was pregnant with Daniel) and it still seems a little weird. It's about my mom, not me!
Nonetheless, I love having a fuss made over me. I get to sleep in. I like that I get to stand up in church when the pastor tells all the moms to stand up and proceeds to talk about what a difficult job we have. And we get to eat out for lunch and dinner. I kind of had a whole Mother's Day weekend this year. On Saturday our friend Howard brought over a new-to-me fridge. I think our old one was from the 70s and I had painted over the 'harvest gold'. Howard gave us a beautiful, white fridge from a house he was remodeling. He took one look at the rest of the kitchen and could not handle the fridge not matching the rest of the appliances so the next day he brought over a stove and microwave.

We went to Landsdowne Arms (an Irish pub) for dinner and then to a park where the boys got to run around and I was able to just sit back and enjoy them.