Have I ever told about the first morning I was home from the hospital with Pook? He was born on Thursday, May 10, 2001. I woke in my own bed Sunday morning to the sounds of our new baby kicking and hungry. (Most surely I woke every few hours, but those memories are best repressed.) After taking him from the antique cradle which was next to our bed and feeding him, I placed him between CD and I. He fell asleep again and I did not. Instead I gazed upon my new family. Three of us. I considered getting the camera, but did not have the energy to get up. Instead I decided to take a picture with my memory. I had given him a birthday, but that morning was Mother's Day and he had given it to me.
Sunday I had hoped to sleep in. Pook interpreted that as 7:15, since he'd already been up for an hour. (Why is it so much harder to get them up on school days?) I was given Mother's Day hugs before church. After church we headed to a nearby arts festival with my parents. The boys enjoyed looking around almost as much as we did. I resisted purchasing things I didn't need and had no where to put. I need more space for Stuff! Shiny, Pretty Stuff! I had hoped for a butter dish, but they weren't to be found. This year seems to be the year of glass. Stained glass, fused glass, glass beads and jewelry. Lovely stuff, all of it.
CD and my father were great at organizing a fabulous Mother's Day dinner for my mom and I. Pook chopped strawberries while my father baked buttery shortcakes. The pair also assembled veggie skewers to grill. CD marinated shrimp and tossed potatoes in our favorite mustard and horseradish mixture. Everything went on the grill (which did not significantly decrease the amount of dishes- but they did those too.) I was given beautifully decorate cards and two coupon sets. I plan to redeem my coupons for help with dinner, picking up of toys and laundry folding. Pook's coupons have expiration dates so I will have to pay attention!