celebrating our mamas

It makes me so happy that these two sweet Grandmas are such a huge part of my boys' lives.

So lucky.

My mother's day was full of sweet reminders of how blessed I am to have my squirmy little boys.

My favorite part of the day was watching Owen sing with the primary in church. He was on the front row, didn't sing a word and covered his ears with his hands the entire time. I was  simply proud that he went up there. So proud that tears rolled down my cheeks.

There are two types of people in this world...

Those who wash their face before watching a weekend night movie and those who don't. 

I am the latter. I'm a procrastinator. Have been for as long as I can remember. Obviously I have been affected by the consequences of putting just about everything off in much bigger ways than simply being mad at myself because it's late, I'm extremely tired and there's nothing I want more than to crawl into bed, but I have to wash my face. I'm not sure if I procrastinate out of habit, fear or just plain laziness. I'm working on it. And I hope to someday have mastered the art of being excited to do things, rather than waiting til the last second. Because I do LOVE the feeling of checking things off my list. I blame the procrastination in me that Owen is 3 and three quarters and we just began potty training.

Here he is feeling proud in front of his sticker chart. 

I came across this picture

and remembered how happy it made me to find Iron man sleeping in my bed in the middle of the day.