Mother’s Day morning started with sun shining through our window and birds chirping. Sounds dreamy, right? It was. Willy rolled over and reached to the side of his bed and handed me a beautiful handmade card with the most lovely words inside. 

I felt special instantly. I unwrapped my gift and was pleasantly surprised to be the new owner of this lovely vintage dress (It appeared on my Mother’s Day gift guide here). I added it to my post pregnancy prize pack. 

Then I heard the sweetest little “Ma-ma” spoken over the monitor. Willy and I rolled out of bed to find this little monster standing in his crib, ready to go.

We listened to some music while we got ready for the day and headed off to brunch at a restaurant nestled back in the Simi Valley hills with extended family. Hooper wiggled his way from person to person, entertaining everyone with a captivating game of peek-a-boo. When we arrived back home at noon, well past his usual nap time, we put Hooper down. It took him quite a while to fall asleep, but sleep he did. He didn’t make another peep until almost five o’clock. I had the luxury of taking a long nap myself, which I think my body really needed. I have a feeling the baby has dropped as I’ve been having a significant increase in pressure and have since adopted the well-known pregnancy waddle. So yes, it was nice to rest. When we were all awake, we headed to Lowes to pick out some plants.

Willy agreed to take some photos of Hooper and I without any hesitation. Another mother’s day gift. Unfortunately, a little someone did not want to cooperate. 

This looks like a cute mother-son photo where the son wants to be lifted up into his mama’s arms, right?

Not the case. He’s crying because he wants to sit in the drivers seat of the car and play with all the buttons and steering wheel. This is his new favorite thing. 

I tried explaining to him that today was Mother’s Day and that his mama really wanted a couple nice photos with him. 

He then told me that if I wanted photos with him, that I’d have to chase him. So, I did.

And this was the result: Mama holding a crying toddler. Well, I tried. 

Even Papa tried. 

Nothing worked.

So I took a picture by myself instead.

I snapped a few shots of Hooper on his giraffe (I’ll share the rest soon) and we called it a wrap.

We capped the day off with dinner out, put Hooper to bed, and stayed up and watched a movie. It was lovely.

How was your Mother’s Day? What did you do?