Everyone is used to stories about kids waking up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning, so excited for the day ahead. Our kids do that too, of course, but I think it says something about how great their mom is that Amelia and Henry were up at 5:30am on Sunday morning, bursting with excitement.

I did my best to cap the volume on their enthusiasm so their mom could sleep, but I appreciate their energy. Mother’s Day IS a special day, and the kids were excited to give their mom a present and the cards they worked on.

Normally we get Erin a nice massage or spa day, but since that’s clearly not in the cards this year, we got her a little home bath pampering set. It came with a nifty pink sleep mask that the kids really loved trying on.
All the kids, human and canine, got some good cuddle time with their mom while their dad ran out and got some donuts for breakfast. 

We had a nice, low-key day celebrating mom. Obviously, this year is a little different than others, but we did our best to make the most of it. As is any mom’s dream, we were treated to the kids watching Space Jam THREE times throughout the course of the day. Good stuff, right?
We even had some visitors in the front yard! There’s this mallard couple that we often see walking around the neighborhood. 

They’re honestly just like the human couples we see out walking. I guess even ducks are upping their walk game during the pandemic.
But we did our best to pamper mom throughout the day, served her some nice bubbly, and spent some quality time in the backyard. It was a beautiful day, and our original intention was to go for a walk, but it turns out lounging on our back deck with some cuddly kids, some popcorn and an adult beverage is just as good. 

We wound up going back to the Mexican place mentioned a couple of blogs ago for carryout and had a good dinner outside, including a double order of sopapillas. Mighty tasty.
A nice Sunday all in all. And as an added bonus for me personally, when I logged into Twitter I saw this. 

That’s right folks. Brad Pitt…or possibly someone using that name on Twitter under false pretenses…is following me. I’m a real influencer now. Don’t worry, I won’t let it get to my head. Probably.