mother's day

My first Mother's Day was on the weekend we moved from State College to Denver. Evan had left that Saturday (or was is Sunday?) in a UHaul with his dad and Iris and I flew out on Monday the 13th for Denver. By all counts, this Mother's Day was more settled and peaceful. That's progress.

The weekend started with a trip to the newly opened Blue Spruce Brewing Company with some friends. Iris refuses to sit still so it was difficult to keep tabs on her while also trying to enjoy the place.

Mom's and babies. The dads are off stage right trying to make the babies smile.

On the morning of Mother's day I woke to some flowers, and a card, and a note that said, "Don't do the dishes I'll do them in the morning." Evan had stayed up till 12:30am working and then went to buy the flowers so I'd have them in the morning. He used to be much more anti-flower-buying than he is now. He doesn't like to buy in to any sort of cultural pressure to go out and buy stuff, which I support, despite my frequent trips to Costco. It's nice to get flowers, occasionally, though. That night he cooked dinner (fresh tomato soup, curried hummus, and roasted vegetables) after spending the afternoon installing some necessary plumbing into the downstairs bathroom so that the tiling guy can get started on tiling the shower.

Irises, the obvious choice. And something called bromeliads.

We didn't make any big plans for the weekend for several reasons, one of which was the weather. It was pretty bad all weekend -- we moved our garden pots into the garage and got around 3 inches of snow. 

Our apple tree in May

 Mother's day happened to fall on the 11th of May, the day Iris turned 13 months old. I may have mentioned that I can't get her to stay still so Evan helped with this photo of her below.

13 months old

And finally, Iris's favorite blanket of the moment, one that was mine when I was a baby.

The must-have for all circumstances.