Mother's Day 2015

I had in my head that I was going to write this extremely poignant, sweet post about Mother's Day and how much I love being a mom. But all those thoughts in my head just aren't coming out right. Maybe next year :) I will say that it is the hardest, strangest, most wonderful job I've ever had. The range of emotions each day is enough to qualify me for institutionalization. I may not love every minute, but I wouldn't trade any of them for anything. 

My dad got us these cute matching bracelets for Christmas. She was super stoked to be rocking them at church. 

She makes the funniest faces at me!

She always makes me laugh.

We make stupid faces together

But we still cute.

She is so sweet.

Shout out to my sweet husband who gave me pretty much the best Mother's Day ever. All I wanted was to do nothing. He made me pancakes, taught our primary class so I didn't have to deal with it, let me take a nap, and surprised me with takeout from PF Changs that he had snuck out and gotten the night before.

They went shopping together at Book People Saturday. Clearly she's helping pick out my gift.

Hans got me the cute cake stands and let me pick out the darling cups and bowls from Anthropologie.

And just to keep things really real, here's the a look at what being mommy looks like for me. Hair up, no makeup, my husband's sweats and shirt, potty training.

This is mommy napping and Emma jumping in bed and pretending to sleep with me.

We haven't started potty training en force, but on rare occasion she comes to us and says "Emma potty!" and wants to try. She kept saying she had to "poo poo" and we sat forever and a day, but she just can't bring herself to go.

She sure likes this book about going on the big kid potty, though.

After we gave up, I was, of course, posting the picture to Instagram while she sat on the rug and continued reading the potty book to herself. Then she started freaking out a little and I ran to see what was going on and...

At least it was solid?

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, daughters, godmothers, and women out there. Thank you for all you do.