To top it all off, my son is now a big four-year-old boy. Holy smokes, did we ever have a great party - at a kid's gym. My husband did all the baking (two kinds of cookies, and delicious cake. I would take a pic of the cookies and post it, but I'm too exhausted), and I decided to have lunch catered (I am nothing short of a genius, I swear).
As this wonderful day dies down, I'm buoyed by the sound of children's laughter and the sound of my son's new whoopie cushion. In his words, "it makes the sound of a horrible toot!"
Happy Mother's Day -- to everyone who is one, has one, knows one.