UPDATE:
My mom always writes really sweet birthday posts over at her blog for all her kids and kidS in law and grandkids. Since Todd recently had a birthday she just wrote one for him. You can check it out here.
Just so I don't forget this I'm writing it down. Whenever Todd says something and wants to make a point about it he follows it with "and you can write that in your journal". Well I don't have a journal, but I have a blog, so I'm writing this one down for my benefit.
My husband is not a fan of what he calls "hallmark holidays" so I wasn't expecting much if anything for my first mothers day. So before we went to bed on Saturday I told him for mothers day I wanted him to get up with Anthony in the morning so I could sleep in late. (One of the things I love about Todd is his funny, sarcastic, off the tip of his tongue one liners, unless of course they are directed towards me.) His response to my request was, "why would you want to celebrate being a mother by not being a mother?" So he got me there, but lucky for me, mothers day comes before fathers day, so when Father's day rolls around next month, I'll be sure Todd gets to fully embrace being a dad.
He did clean the kitchen and dining room and living room for me though, including unloading and loading the dishwasher which is huge for him. He then of course gave me a tour of his handiwork pointing out everything he cleaned. He did such a good job I think I'll just let him do it all the time. Ha ha.
Anyway, I love being a mother, and I love my little boy to pieces. (who is grunting and getting all red in the face right now) I think 5 months is the best age so far, he is so happy all the time, it doesn't take much to make him smile, and he is so easy going. Oh and don't forget the naps, he naps great! 3 a day. Now if I can just get him to sleep through the night:) Just having him is gift enough for me. But maybe I should go get myself a gift anyway, you know for all my hard work. I'm thinking about one of these.
Okay, I better go investigate what all that grunting was about.