Happy Mother's Day

Well my first Mother's Day didn't turn out exactly how I had hoped, but it did remind me of what a mother is for. Jarrod got home late Friday night from a week out of town and he decided to bring the flu home with him. As soon as I saw him walk through the door all I could think was...this is not good. Saturday morning we were planning to meet John and Cheryl and walk for the March for Babies. I had decided if Jarrod wasn't up for it then Bo and I would just go. Saturday morning came, I took one look at Jarrod and knew there was no way I could leave. I have never seen him so sick the entire time I've known him. So instead of the walk Bo and I headed to the grocery store to get the "staples" for someone who is sick...gatorade, sprite, crackers, cough medicine, theraflu, HUGE can of lysol spray (for mom) and ingredients to make him chicken soup. After begging him to go to the Urgent Care down from our house he finally gave in and went. What is it with men and doctors? Anyway, an hour and a half and $100 worth of prescriptions later he comes home saying he has the flu, sinus infection, and ear infection!! Is that even possible?? Of course he had kindly taken and contaminated MY car when he went to the doctor so first thing mama does when he gets back in bed...out to the car with the can of Lysol, I know my neighbor thinks I'm nuts!!!! I have sprayed everything he could have possibly touched or even thought about touching...keys, doorknobs, bathroom sink, refrigerator door, trash can, remote controls, alarm panel, light switches...I'm a woman on a mission! While the thought of being forced to stay in bed and sleep all day sounds extremely appealing, the flu isn't exactly how I want to get my wish. Jarrod has been quarantined to our bedroom, I'm sleeping in the guest bedroom, and he's not allowed to even look in Bo's direction. So...my first mother's day wasn't full of breakfast in bed, flowers, candy, or jewlery, but it did remind me of why and what I signed up for when I decided to become a wife and a mother. I may not always remember the gifts my mother gave me growing up, but I do remember her always being there when I was sick and needed someone to make me feel better. Those are the things that only mothers can do.


With it being just Bo and I, we did do a lot of tummy time, since we are going back to the physical therapist tomorrow afternoon. Maddie decided to jump in on the fun and I had to get some pics!

Hey-can I play too?

A few doggy kisses never hurt anyone!

Tummy time is a lot of work...let's just snuggle!