Why I Love Being a Mama

I love being a mama. I especially love being a mama to these five little monkeys.

And of course, I love torturing them by making them sit still for a picture with me.

It's terribly unfair, I know.  But you see, I love them so much.

Even if Jack had poopy and we have to hurry to take the picture before I change him because everyone is coordinating and how often does that happen and "hurry up and take the picture for heaven's sake" said through clenched teeth.

And then they're released and everyone is happy again.

Especially when we're eating away at fruit salsa with cinnamon tortilla chips

and amazing fresh-from-the-bakery cupcakes.  Oh.my.gosh.  Courtesy of my MILove because she knows I try to do everything and so she took mercy on me us and we were ever so grateful.  Except for my non-stretchy pants.  They were most un-grateful.  Go figure.

(MIL Rosie, Mom Robin, G-ma Shirley, Me and sister Jackie)

And so to all the mamas in my life, I hope you had a blessed day, that the pictures you took with your kids were poopy-free and you were smothered in love and kisses by your families.