Well our second Mother's Day is nearly over and it has been a good one. As always, my thoughtful boys managed somehow to get out and pick up some flowers. (At least this year they didn't pick them from President Todd's garden.)
Griffith decided to get an early start to the holiday and woke Mom up at 5:30 to make sure that she didn't miss a single minute of fun. What.a.Good.Boy. (He went back to sleep after a bottle, though, so there's that.) Then both boys got up a little before 7. Daddy decided that it would be kind to let Mom have a sleep-in and so the boys all adjourned downstairs. At the more civilized hour of 9, we began our day for real.
We were going to try to make it to MayFest, but first one thing and then another intervened. In the end, we decided to take a long walk at the arboretum. We came home, did some gardening, and grilled out.
Allan was having a nice leisurely soak in the sink when Griffith began to have a real go-to-pieces. There was no consoling him. I tried bringing in to the kitchen and starting the laundry. No dice. Tried to hold him and bathe Allan. Couldn't do it. (Jay was finishing up gardening in the back yard.) It finally occurred to me that we have two sinks for a reason. The boys had a great time. Allan was kicking and squirming. Griffith was splishing and splashing. It was a rousing success, but definitely required two adults working full-time to pull off.
It is all very peaceful right now. Allan is laying in my lap playing with a cloth book. His brother keeps crawling over and either taking it away or trying to take it away, despite having access to every other toy in the house. Allan is holding his own, though, and he and Griffith have engaged in some pretty fierce tug-of-wars.
Much more fun than last year.
Okay Griff is attacking. Time to stop.