Schmothers Day

Nothing says Mothers Day like a good ol fashioned oven fire to start off the morning! The dough for the breakfast buns Wesley bought ended up rising too quickly, so he thought it was best to make them before we turned in. But all the butter and sugar that he used to make them extra yummy ended up leaking onto the oven floor, causing our oven to smoke like a crazy biatch. We opened all the windows and doors and tried frantically to air out the house. Man ... that really sucked! But Wesley redeemed himself later that morning. I had breakfast and mimosa's in bed, followed by homemade cards from the boys, a beautiful lunch that turned into dinner, and overall, a carefree day of lazing around the house while Wes looked after the boys. It was perfect! My first Mothers Day ..... I could get used to this! ;)