Now that we’ve given Max a little room to shine, we return to our irregular schedule. Our blog software tells me that this will be our 250th post on the blog. Pretty amazing that we’ve made it this far! I guess we’ll see how many more we can make before our kids insist that we stop posting things about the on the web.
As the title hints, today we’ll be talking about Mother’s Day.
We kicked off the weekend early, as we needed to get some gifts ready to ship out. Max and Owen were happy to help out, as their part involved getting a bit messy.
Once they’d finished their masterpieces and Owen was whisked elsewhere, Max decided he wasn’t quite finished and wanted to work on a little more art indoors. I snapped a couple of photos before turning on the camera timer to try and catch myself in front of the lens. Max found this a little confusing (he was covering his ears at the beeping until I turned it off), but was fascinated that the camera could take a picture all by itself.
Saturday brought our normal morning routine. Get up, eat some breakfast, play a little, then whisk the kids away to their respective activities. After a quick bite to eat and what seemed like an even quicker nap, we piled into the car and headed out to Richardson. Mimi had suggested the family spend a little time at an arts festival, and it turned out to be a perfect day for it. Good weather and plenty of activities meant a fun time for all.
A couple of the kids took turns working on a giant painting, which ate up a surprising chunk of time.
We left Max in the care of the family mass and decided to take Owen for a little walk through the art section.
When we returned, Max had made a most impressive hat.
Mother’s Day arrived and it was decided that Christy would sleep in while Max helped me make some Belgian waffles. Owen somehow sensed what was going on and decided to sleep in about fifteen minutes shy of his mother. Once we finished breakfast, the boys wanted to play some games so we headed upstairs to dust off the Wii Fit board.
Christy was perfectly content to have a nice lazy day with the boys, and I was happy to oblige. After naptime, she decided to sit everyone down and watch the NBA semi-finals.
We’d planned on cooking a meal, but Christy made a request for pizza so, again, I was happy to oblige. We pulled the table halfway into the living room and ate pizza while the boys watched Toy Story 3. We learned that Owen apparently knows who Woody is, since he immediately started yelling “WOODY! WOODY! WOODY!” when he came on the screen. Max responded with, “Owen knows how to say Woody!” This is his standard response whenever he believes his brother has learned a new word.
It was one of the laziest days we’ve had in a while, and I have to admit it was pretty great. Here’s hoping there will be more of them in the future.
That’ll wrap it up for this week! Click here to see the rest of the photos. See you next time!