This post is for those who doubt that Birthmothers/Firstmothers/Lifemothers/et.al are, in fact, Mothers, I present you this graphic, screen capped from Wikipedia (which is an online encyclopedia of love, for those who do not know).

And so, that should clear up a bunch of what those lovely birthmother haters keep trying to shove down the throats of the masses. We're Mothers. Treat us as such. Kthanxbi.

There are days when anger doesn't fester within my soul. Today is one of those glorious days. First off, it finally stopped raining. Now, I'm not a rain hater. I love a good, rainy day in which I can curl up on the couch or under the covers of our super comfortable bed and read, listening to the sounds of raindrops on the roof. It's comforting to me in some strange way. Plus, it's God's way of watering my hanging baskets since I haven't yet caught on to the fact that, hey, they need watered. (Ah, the black thumb of DOOM.) But, after ten straight days of nothing but rain, rain, rain and more rain, I was more than overjoyed to wake up to see the sunlight pouring in my window.

Speaking of waking up: I slept in! Granted, I was up once in the middle of the night (er, early morning around 5am) with BigBrother. This is to be expected right now as he's pushing another tooth through (upper fang! WEE!) and that makes him lack in the sleeping department. Thankfully, he ate most of a bottle, stared at me for ten minutes and was back in bed in under twenty. Not bad. But when I finally woke up, it was ten minutes after nine o'clock. Blessed be my sleep! Shortly after that, BigBrother woke up… all smiles! Oh, glorious day.

He ate. We played a bit. Then he got some Exersaucer time while I took a gloriously steaming shower. When I turned off the water? He wasn't crying. Shocker. I got some laundry started. Cleaned up a little. And started feeding him some lovely green beans and bananas… and then my best friend Leah showed up! With birthday presents for me! And a gift for BigBrother! WEE!

We hung around the house for awhile, waited for BigBrother to take his (ahem, short) nap and then headed off to the Olive Garden. No, it's not on my diet. And no, I don't care one little bit! We then moseyed around the mall, found some good deals and just had a blast. Highlight of this trip was having BigBrother fall asleep on my chest in the front-pack carrier. You have no idea how truly moving and precious this feels for me. I savor these moments.

We left the mall to find that it had warmed up greatly so when we got home, we laid out the blanket in the back yard and just had a fun old time playing with the baby in the sunshine. I got some good pics. (I'll post some later tonight.) It's so GREAT to be outdoors after being couped up for over a week. We're outside people! Gotta get outsiiiiide!

Eventually, Leah had to leave to drive the two hours back home. BigBrother laid down for his nap and I had a great dinner of cottage cheese, tomatoes, and avacado all sprinkled with grated cheese. And iced tea. Oh, the iced tea. How I love thee!

It's days like these when I feel a bit more centered. It's days like these that I feel a bit more sane. I know the anger is there. I know that I absolutely, without a doubt HAVE to deal with it but, for today? It was absolutely wonderful to be myself. 

Because I'm pretty darn cool, ya know.