Mother’s Day





It’s quite different, mothering two boys inside versus out.


We had a lovely Mother’s Day in that we were able to celebrate with Andy’s mom, in person (a rarity as she lives in Baltimore), as well as her sister, Fran (who lives in Dallas). (We’re celebrating with my mom in a couple weeks, when my siblings are in town.)

Andy made delicious coffee cake and fruit salad for breakfast. The children gave me a beautiful ceramic bowl with butterflies on it from Anthropologie and a small, heart-shaped soap (both of which Sophie picked out on a shopping trip to the mall with Andy which, apparently, required four separate trips to the bathroom—sorry, Drew).



We spent the weekend cooking, playing at the park and installing Sophie’s new window treatments, a gift from Jill, which Aunt Fran made (pictures to come!).


Sophie and I have struggled lately. In part, I think, because it’s been raining for days and we’ve all been cooped up inside. Also (a much larger part, I’m sure), she’s 3. So after a particularly bad tantrum I noticed the sun was out and so I suggested we share a snack outside, using the new bistro set (a Mother’s Day gift from Andy). I don’t know if it’s the sun or fresh air or change of scenery but being outside works with her, every time. Whatever it was, I think that happy snack together was the best Mother’s Day gift of all.

“We never know the love of the parent until we become parents ourselves.” —Henry Ward Beecher