Mother's Day Morning and the Greatest Gift

Yesterday was Mother's Day, and what a great day it was. I love Mother's Day because I am treated like a queen on this day. What I want, I pretty much get within reason. This meant that all poopy diapers were transferred to Travis, and Jaggar made 4 yesterday so it worked out nicely. I also got to choose lunch, and the day went just how I wanted it to. I don't know that I would have been woken up at 6am, but we have church so it makes any and all holidays on Sundays rushed. I was exhausted from the recital the day before, so I could barely keep my eyes open when Sage and Travis turned the LIGHTS on and came in with presents. Anyway, she was excited to give her gifts.

Don't be jealous that you don't get to wake up to this every morning.

A pretty picture collage frame. I love it.

Next: BRIGHT, loud (my kind of style) nail polish. Sage picked out the colors, and Travis painted her nails with one of them that morning. Look how pleased she was.

A strawberry candle

They also gave me a pretty purple top. I was given the ticket a few days before to go to Express and pick out some things that I wanted too, so I was treated well on Mother's Day. Let me tell you what Jaggar got me. He was still sleeping when these pictures were taken since the NIGHT BEFORE. Yes. YES. He's almost one year old, and just in the middle of last week, he started sleeping through the night. Let me say that I was not only still getting up with him in the night, but I was getting up 3-4 times from 11pm-5 am. I was half crazy from sleep deprivation, I think. Infancy sleep habits had never left! I've exclusively breastfed for this entire time (yeah, I'm proud and bragging), so I literally had not gotten a night of uninterrupted sleep for a solid year. But thanks be to God, I think the storm of sleepless nights has ended. I TRIED to "let him cry it out" before this, but he would scream for HOURS, fall asleep for a few minutes, and start again. It just didn't work, but something happened last week that when he woke up, he cried for a few and went back to sleep. The night of recital he NEVER cried. It's really the best gift ever.