So. Being a Mom. It's pretty good. I mean. It's real good. It's real awesome.
But. Sometimes- you go to a fancy pants brunch- and well- it doesn't quite work out. I mean- you get good pictures:
But, as you're witness to this- it's taken in the parking lot before we've eaten anything.
I don't have pictures of us eating, because I was trying to enjoy it, and it didn't work out. Not to say I didn't have a good time, it was just a lil rough around the edges. Nicholas was good- but he was 3 year old good. Lots of yelling fun things like " I WANT CHICKEN TENDERS" - when he has an option of 50 things to eat, and chicken tenders aren't one of them.
I wouldn't trade it for anything. Nicholas was difficult. Well, you know what? He's effin 3. He's entitled to be difficult. He knows he's being a jerk, but he doesn't quite get that yet. And as much as it makes me crazy, I get that. I really really do. I'm sure I was the same way at 3. And i'm ok with that. I know how fortunate I am to have a happy, handsome, insane, opinionated little dude.
Later that day, we went to a brunch with Nick's family. We haven't hung out with them in awhile, and Nick's Auntie Karen hosted the MOST WONDERFUL Mother's Day Brunch. It was really really great to be with family and we had the most wonderful time. Here are some pics from the day:
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