Mother's day was much different this year. No sobbing hysterically. No pretending the day didn't exist. We woke up at 8:30 a.m. to a dancing doodle. You can always tell when he has gotten enough sleep because he wakes up so happy. I was informed the day before that there would be no pancakes for breakfast- generally this is mandatory on weekends. I had a piece of cold pizza which the boy immediately saw and insisted on eating. I was glad in the long run. Joel took me to the Fawcett Center on campus for brunch. It was nice not to have to wait in line or wait on food to arrive. It nearly turned into a party of 5 when two servers started gushing over T and it seemed like they weren't going to leave. We came home and took a nap. Then spent the afternoon walking around outside of the FPC and feeding the ducks. It was a pretty perfect day.
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