The first two mother’s days that I celebrated as a mom (and not, you know, a droid) were total bullshit. I’m known for getting my hopes up and expecting too much from others and my disappointment was magnified on these particular days. My first mother’s day came and went as if it was just another day on the calendar. I was six weeks post-partum and I guess that hubby didn’t realize that I was officially a mom now and I deserve something for my troubles. What did I get? Nothing. I’m pretty sure that he didn’t go out of his way to unburden me of the chores or responsibilities with the baby that day. Seriously, WHY DON’T YOU LACTATE SO MY BOOBS CAN GET A BREAK?

Like I said, my life is full of self-inflicted disappointments based on unrealistic expectations.

Today, however, the hubs made up for it. If you are prone to fly into a jealous rage then close your browser window now because this will totes push you over the edge into madness. Or just make you feel bummed that your husband is a douche.

Hubs taught our daughter how to say ‘Happy mother’s day’ and so I was greeted with her smiling face and a gift for me that she made with her nanny. Swoon. Her nanny is by far the best child care provider I have ever met. She deserves her own post. Besides, this is about ME!

We made banana pancakes and eggs and apparently hubs has some mad pancakin’ skills. His ‘cakes were perfectly round and none of them, not a single one, was burnt. I didn’t know that homemade pancakes could turn out like this! Unfortch there is no photo because we woofed that delicious meal down our pie holes without even considering that the internet might want to see it. Warning- same with dinner. Totes sorry. Not really.

THEN! We got dressed and slathered on the sunblock and went on a nature walk around the lake. It’s a two-minute drive through our subdivision which backs into farm land which backs into the lake. It’s pretty much the only good thing about living out in the sticks.

She’s our little outdoorswoman!

She was telling me that she saw a butterfly. It was actually a wasp.

I made Jacob walk in front for most of the trek so that he could kill snakes. There weren’t any snakes.

Once we made the loop back to the car we were exhausted. The heat plus the famous Texas humidity had worn us all out so we opted to rest for awhile and watch a movie. Netflix is getting much better about offering non-crapola flicks on its instant play feature. Thanks, Netflix! (not an ad)

Once we were well-rested and bored it was time to go to the pool! Our subdivision’s pool opened this weekend so we had to take an inaugural dip in its freshly clorinated waters. The burning sensation means it’s working!

How cute is her bathing suit? I die.

Trust me, she is not upset in this photo. Jumping into the pool is her absolute favorite thing. That’s what we did it over and over and over. And over.

Once I felt like my cellulite had seen enough sunlight we marched back home where hubs grilled salmon and vegetables for dinner. Of course, I washed it all down with champagne.

If every mother’s day could be like this? It would be the only holiday I’d ever look forward to. So thank you, Jacob and Avery, for making today magical. You’re both keepers. That is, until you wipe your dirty hands on the sofa. Same goes for you, Avery.