My first mother’s day was great! Sure, I would have preferred to not be sharing my side of the bed with a sleepless, kicking and non-stop nursing little 10 month old. I also would have preferred to actually get some shut eye and to not have been awake at the butt crack of dawn… These things come with the territory though.

When I was caffeinated and sort of alert I was showered with cards and gifts from my little family. Got a cute photo collage of  Everly’s first year of life, some Crocs to wear in the garden, two potted flowers in cute coffee cup planters, a very nice bird bath for the garden and a NEW, way-better-than-any-camera-I’ve-ever-owned, OLYMPUS camera! It takes pictures like this:

Also, we went out to a nice mother’s day brunch that was very relaxing and enjoyable until these random kids wandered over and began gawking at Everly and asking us a million questions. At first we humored them and weren’t to put off by their presence. I figured the had gotten bored at their table and wandered out to see the fish and be entertained for a few moments.

We very quickly realized they were just the loitering children of a staff member. They went from gawking at Everly to sitting at our table, eating with us and even begging that we take photos of them. Server after server asked “are they bugging you” in the beginning as if they knew the kids. Towards the end of our meal we were praying for some way to get those kids out of our hair, nobody asked if they were bugging us then so we just fled the place (Madeleine’s of Evansville) and will probably never return.

Turns out they were possibly the restaurant owners kids as the girl was named Madeleine as was the restaurant. Here they are including themselves in everything we did:

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind a little friendly interaction but there is a fine line between friendly and overbearing or intrusive. This was a mother’s day brunch that wasn’t exactly cheap so the random kid thing was a total killer of our special moment. Very disappointing.

As I sit and write this post there is peace and quiet. This is the first time in about a week that I’ve been able to say that. Little Miss has her 5th and is now cutting her 6th tooth. This is the longest and most cranky tooth-cutting we have gone though. It’s been about a week of fussy pants, even during the night!

Usually she’ll be fussy when awake but she’s always been able to sleep at night, she just wants more frequent nursing sessions. This time around she’s got total separation anxiety, to the point that she has to sleep in our bed with us. She’s still nursing non-stop for the tooth pain too. So we are practically holding her 24/7, I am a nursing machine and nobody is getting ANY sleep. It’s been about a week of this nonsense.

I’ve read about how babies experience this separation anxiety as the first birthday nears. We thought we had already been though it but in comparison I think we were wrong. What we went though earlier was nothing in compared to this. We will live thought it though, we always do. But if my blog posts suddenly stop you’ll know what did us in. Ha, ha.