And all I got for Mother's Day was a fat lip.

Okay, so I got more than just a fat lip. But my day did end with said injury. I was getting a tired and therefore extra energetic Chloe ready for bed, when she jumped and smacked her head right into my lips and teeth. My first thought was, "That's a fat lip, no question," followed immediately by, "And on Mother's Day. That's funny."

But not as funny as the thought I had shared in Relief Society. In our ward they have Sharing Time at the beginning of the meeting, and everyone has an opportunity to share any special or spiritual things that have happened in the week. I proudly raised my hand and said, "My daughter pooped in the potty." It brought the house down. And Bracken says he's the only funny one in this relationship. But seriously, it was the best thing that happened all week, and it marked a real commitment on Chloe's part to potty training. We have not had a single accident, including during naps, in over a week. She's not there on nights yet, but I'm thrilled with where we are.

My Mother's Day was nice, though. Bracken made me cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and sausage, because all Chloe wanted to eat was a hot dog. He gave me a new more powerful drill, because my old one needs a rest after about 3 screws. I know it's not romantic, but I've been looking forward to it for months. After church we took a couple pictures with my sweet girls. I'm so glad to be their mommy. I just love them so much, and love the opportunity I have of being home with them. I did realize the irony, though, that in my head, Mother's Day, which celebrates motherhood, should be a day off for Mom. I got a pretty good day off.

I tried to take more pictures of Addie for this post. I had two problems. One is that she does not take great pictures with a flash. Something about that redheaded, ultra fair skin and piercing blue eyes just doesn't work.

Second problem was Chloe. Every time I tried to take a picture of Addie, Chloe would pop her head in, "Take picture me, Mom!" Addie is so close to crawling right now. She leans from sitting into crawling position, stays there for a moment, then collapses.

I really want her to learn to move on her own for real, because she is so anxious to move that holding her is an aerobic event. She's constantly flipping and rolling and launching herself out of our arms. She also spins in circles when either sitting or lying down. She's clearly calling for Momomom and Dadadad now, and has been for a couple of weeks, but I've forgotten to write about it. Poor second child. I'm also afraid her love for her sister is going to be the end of her. She laughs so hard when Chloe plays with her, and the harder she laughs, the harder Chloe plays. Bit of a safety hazard.