Mother's Day Times Two

This morning I woke up to the sound of Marcus setting off the smoke alarm. Again. Apparently pancakes are harder than they look, but the man tries and I love him for it.

Mother’s Day Times Two

Sophie presented me with a card she made at preschool - construction paper, glitter that will be embedded in my kitchen counter for the next six months, and a drawing of our family where I’m approximately the same height as our house. “That’s you, Mommy, and you’re the biggest because you’re the most important.” Cue the ugly crying.

Theo’s contribution to Mother’s Day was a well-timed spit-up right on my clean shirt, which honestly feels very on-brand for him. Two kids, two completely different ways of showing love, and I’m grateful for both. Even when one of them uses my shirt as a napkin and the other covers everything in craft supplies.

Marcus redeemed himself with coffee and only slightly burnt pancakes. We’ll call it a win.