Mothers Day delights

Let me preface this by saying that besides Lyssa no one slept much in our house this last week.  Riley was miserably sick with fevers, horrible seal coughing and an endless drip from his little nose which of course seemed to go away with the daylight but reared it's ugly head all night long from Tuesday to Saturday.  Daddy and Riley camped out on the couches which is the only place he seemed to get a little sleep in between incessant coughing.  I quietly snuck out at 4:25 every morning listening to him wheeze and moan. By Saturday night we were on night number five of 2-4 hours of sleep and we were so happy when he made it in his bed past 9:00, then 10:00, then 11:00 and then we were surprisingly awoken by Lyssa who was upset at 12:00 then 1:00, 2:00, 3:30, 5:30 and finally up for the day at 8:30.  She is now sick.  Big surprise.  We haven't had a break from the sick bug for months.  I got it, then D, then Riley and now the poor babe.  Lucky for us she doesn't seem half as bad as the rest of us were but all I wanted for Mother's Day was health and a few extra hugs.

My Mother's Day started on Friday with a client of ours walking in with flowers for everyone.  She had special flowers for me, can you guess which ones?

photo courtesy of: http://www.alphabeticallistofflowers.org/flowers-list-A/Alyssum-flower-meaning.html

Sweet Alyssums.  

It was the most thoughtful and kind gift.  

It continued as we spent a nice day up north with Kathy.  It was cool but sunny out and she was pretty happy we made the trip.

It continued Sunday as I awoke to "Hewwo Mommy, I wove you so much, Happy Mudders day Mommy," from my favorite little guy.  I got to sleep til 8:00.  I had a vanilla white mocha hand delivered hot and yummy from the best husband.  I got a sweet gift from my kids that Riley was so excited to try out.  (It holds rings and necklaces.)  I got a huge breakfast prepared by everyone besides Mom and I of eggs benedict, french toast, crispy bacon, sausages and juice which was the best tasting breakfast ever.  I got a nap with my husband while both of our children finally closed their eyes.  I got to sit back and just breathe in the love.

Last year at this time we didn't know we had a little Lu on the way.  We didn't discover our pregnancy until May 29th when I had my suspicions and ultimately not until May 30th when we took the test together.  I love knowing that my Mother's Day last year was a celebration with 2 children, one tiny microscopic girl was beginning her journey to get to us.

This Mother's Day was not about the gifts or the praise.  It was about togetherness.  No matter how tired we are.  No matter how many colds we get and pass to one another.  No matter how busy we are.  No matter the work stress or the long work days, at the end of the day we kiss and pj two precious children. We brush and floss tiny little teeth.  We read stories and lay in bed together to say prayers.  We sneak final peeks into two rooms before bed and we ask the Lord to watch over and protect both rooms.

I have been a Mommy for nearly 3 years now.  When I look at Riley while I hold Lyssa it brings tears to my eyes.  Not because I am sad but because I remember holding him when he was 3 months old and I can't believe that 3 years has passed.  Because I realize that if I blink Lyssa will be walking around, talking and celebrating yet another birthday.

It's a girls weekend here.  Both of our boys headed up for the fishing opener.  Insert shock here.  I just packed up my baby boy for his first fishing opener.  My almost 3 year old had been talking all things opener for a few days and is now up north with his Nana enjoying some one on one time.  He held a leech, took a boat ride and will hopefully get to touch some big walleyes or crappies.  His new line heading into the weekend was "holy fish bait."  No idea where that came from but when anything surprises him or gets him excited he loudly proclaims "holy fish bait."  If you know our son you know that EVERYTHING about fishing surprises him and gets him excited.  Up north Nana sounded so happy last night when I called as she recounted their Friday together.  She gets to spend 2.5 days with our heart and I was so happy for her.  I miss my boy but alone time with my daughter is glorious.

I have only one child to care for this weekend.  One tiny child.  So far it has been a piece of cake.  I am relishing my time with my Lyssa.  It is so eerie quiet in the house but I am trying to enjoy it and just be still.  We hosted an impromptu girls night with my mom and sister last night to watch a movie and afterwards she fell right asleep and slept till 9:00.  One child is relaxing, peaceful.  One child is enjoying coffee this afternoon with my sister before we head over to a jewelry party.  One child is easy meal prepartion: pour water, mix formula and shake.  One child is eating dinner while it is hot and finishing it without potty breaks or spilled milk.  One child is reading a book while she sits in my lap.  One child is taking a soak in the bathtub and talking girl talk with my daughter.

One child is only half of my story and I miss the other one something fierce but for now...

it is quiet in here and I will enjoy it.  

Happy late Mother's Day.