Happy Mother's Day.... to me...

My second ever Mother's Day as a mother has passed. It included a sparkling kitchen, baked goods, cleaning and feng shui-ing the baby's room, and a picnic dinner at the beer garden. But there was a catch. I had to do all of that myself. You see, Will is in Montreal for an "MRI conference," which is, apparently, what they call secret second families these days. Will "Is that your real name?" Grissom did, however, send me a magnificent bouquet.

Edie and I spent the afternoon with our friends Lara and Linnea, since their husband/dad left this morning for a work trip as well. And if you are thinking this all sounds fishy, then you are paying good attention. But no need to focus on whatever bigamist/money-laundering/cat burglaring schemes the menfolk are up to. It is, after all, Mother's Day. I made the child wear a semi-matching outfit (matching me, that is, not itself). So we both donned Detroit shirts and floral-patterned bottoms and trucked to the local trails to catch some rays, feed some ducks, and yell "woof! woof!" at every dog we saw.

Highlights of the day also include being able to do a full hour of yoga, as after having had the energy flow freed up in her room, Edie took a 2.5 hour nap. This gave me so much time that I even painted my toe nails. Of course, I promptly stubbed 8 of my 10 toes within minutes of finishing this. Still a win, especially if you squint when looking at my feet.

So Happy Mother's Day to me. And Herr Doktor Husband, (who/)whereever you are, we missed you!
Edie giving a kiss to her best buddy, Linnea. These two adore each other.
Standing! And matching mom!