Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day (a day late)!!!
I would have loved to update you yesterday, but I was busy enjoying a fabulous weekend in Houston. Yes, I have the world's most incredible husband, and the world's most perfect babyson. My first Mother's Day as a mommy was incredible, as I knew it would be. After all, who wouldn't want to spend the day with this cutie?

New Mother's Day hat. I literally giggled in the store when I put it on him, so I had to buy it immediately.

 My day began and ended as all Mother's Days should - with bodily fluids. As soon as I fed my little trooper, he managed to projectile spit up over my shoulder and onto the bottom of my dress. No worries, it was dark blue on the bottom, so it all blended in. He didn't get a drop on himself, which was the way I wanted it, because he had to work that cute little outfit! And he did, in fact. An entire afternoon spent at the Children's Museum, and the outfit was intact. We even made it all the way through Anthropologie, and he was charming people left and right with that hat.

We ate dinner at the place I've been craving for literally 6 months - P.F. Chang's! And it didn't disappoint. Great company, great food, fantastic evening.

By the end of the day, after feeding Milo in the backseat of the car, I decided to do the infamous lap diaper change, since he's still pretty small. Well, somewhere in the midst of all of that, there was poop everywhere. The diaper had leaked and soaked through Milo's little shorts... onto his onesie... all over my legs, my dress, countless wipes... And through it all, I couldn't stop laughing. Now you know I'm a mommy. Oh, that and I changed his diaper in Anthropologie and walked around the store with a poopy diaper in my purse (but thank goodness for deodorized disposal bags). All in all, my day was fabulous, and I can't wait for tons more Mother's Days in the future!

Our happy family

Mommy and Milo at the beginning of the big day. You may not be able to tell, but he's wearing the baby Sperry's that Morgan gave him. They're still too big for his little feet, but I cinched them up tight enough to last for the pictures at least.

My two handsome men at the Children's Museum. Am I blessed or what?