Mother's Day weekend

Friday night we did nothing.  Actually I had an accomplishment....I got Luke to watch a movie.

Yes, you read that right.

He sat and watched The Incredibles with me and didn't throw a fit at the beginning. 

Winning?

Saturday we didn't do anything until after nap time.  Right when I closed the littles' doors for blessed nap time I went to take a shower.  When I got out later (hey, I like to take my time when I can...it doesn't happen very often!) if found Evan in an odd position.

I looked at the floor by where her head was and sure enough, there was her paci.  Bless her heart.  She was still hiccuping in her sleep, she had cried so hard for it.  Kinda broke my heart. 

At little while later after she was up, I was trying to get myself ready to head over to the Lugar's for dinner and play time.  I look down to Evan making mischief. 

How do babies know to do that?!  She was so proud of herself too.

We headed out for a fun night of playing, food, and laughter.  The Wyatt's were there too, and Trane didn't fail on his play time delivery.  The Lugar's have a miniature bounce in the back yard, and the three boys had the BEST time in there.  I don't know who was more exhausted at the end of the night, Trane and Jordan (the big boys) or the little boys- Jadyn, Griffin, and Luke. I do know that Luke was asleep faster that night than he normally is. 

Sunday morning dawned bright and cheery.  We were on time for church (that never happens) and I actually got to go to bible class. The lesson wasn't about mothers or mother's day, but it was good all the same.  And this one?

He's the reason I first became a momma in the first place.  I can't imagine my life without him.  He just slays me every single day.  And Sunday was no exception.  We went to lunch with Mom, Dad, Ashley, and my grandmother.  As we were waiting for a table, he randomly jumps up on a rock and declares "DANCE PARTY!" and starts dancing to no music at all.

Wasn't he just the shy kid last week at the award ceremony?  Sheesh. 

The kids made me a sweet sweet tee shirt with their hand/foot prints, along with a book that I can record their voices in.  Thanks Mom for helping them with that! And Ashley did a little book with Luke where he answered questions about me.  I may or may not have teared up. But I would lean more towards the "may" on that. 

The rest of the afternoon was ours for the taking.  And I got busy.  Layed out, took a bubble bath, tidied the house, cleaned up an entire cup of water that Evan dumped every where (we're talking couch to entertainment center), organized closets, and finally hung those craft balls in Evan's room I made weeks ago.

I love them.  While we were in Evan's room, Luke decided to take our picture.  Eh, fine.  Excuse the blurriness, he has trouble holding the phone still while holding it.  And he was kinda close.  But, he's three. 

And excuse my my appearance, I'd been working hard on various tasks at that point. 

Dang.  That's a big baby. I need to get some close ups of her hands soon, before the pudgy baby hands disappear. I LOVE the creases at the base of her fingers and the knuckle dimples.