Mother's Day

Some of you have picked up on the fact that Mother's Day morning was spent in a tent.

True.

But, I got breakfast in bed! AND, had the very best wake up ever. It went something like this:

(Excited squeal)
A toddler flopping across Daddy P and saying, "cuddle!"

It was too cute. We were both just in love with her giddiness at getting to cuddle with Mom and Dad first thing in the morning.

Oh, and then there is this whole thing about Daddy P being convinced that Kate can count. Kate knew I had brought a couple balls with us on the camping trip, but had only given her one. So at one point in the trip she walks over to the van, points to the back of it where our luggage was and says, "Two."

To me, this is still a stretch. She didn't say "two balls" but she was totally satisfied when I got the second ball out of the van.

For the record, she still doesn't say "one" or "three" so I don't know if this is so much "counting" as just a new way to demand more.