Yesterday I got to celebrate my first Mother’s Day as well as my birthday.  Every couple of years my birthday would fall on Mother’s Day, and as a kid it always meant sharing “my” day with my mom.  But as an adult it was so special to get to share the day with her.

We went out to brunch and afterwards took a stroll downtown Frederick.  

^^Notice Brady with the baseball.  He likes to slam it down on the floor, which always startles baby.^^

I’m so glad I was able to come home and spend the day with my family.  And that I got to take an uninterrupted shower.

Jon is officially smitten with Adelaide.  In fact, he told me if Adelaide and I both said we needed new shoes he would buy hers first.

Now that’s crossing the line.

Adelaide Jean Gilbert was born Saturday, March 9th at 6:21pm weighing 6 pounds 3 ounces.

Jon and I have been experiencing a depth of love we’d only ever heard about.  We can’t believe this precious little girl is ours.

Our lives have truly been redefined.

Growing up my mom probably took hundreds of photos of me with my cousins.

“All the cousins, get together” was a common phrase at any family gathering as our moms would round us up for photos.

It just seemed natural that my sister and I should do the same thing for our daughters.

As a trade off for Kelly helping me de-flea my apartment (that never had fleas to begin with), I helped her make Groom Cake Pops.  One of her coworkers was getting married and they were throwing him a Groom’s Shower.

We’d made bride and groom cake pops once before, but never actually photographed them.  They were really cute.  You’ll just have to take my word for it.  You’ll also have to believe me when I said these tasted amazing and were gone within seconds.

Last week after I got back inside from walking Brady I was giving him a tummy rub and noticed a little bug bouncing around his belly.  I’d never actually seen a flea, but this certainly matched all the descriptions of what I’d heard.

I ran out to the local pet supply store where the old man working there all about told me the world was ending.  I left the store with two different types of cleaners, a flea brush and a bunch of treats for the dog.  I got home and ran the brush all over Brady not finding any fleas or flea residue.  Since hubs was away Kelly volunteered to help me bathe the dog and clean the apartment.

We stuck Brady in the bath for his first ever bath since he was a puppy.  Every bath he’s had since then has been a quick hose down because this little guy hates baths.  Put him in a lake and he’ll swim his heart out.  Put him in a bath tub and he’s just about as upset as can be.

Meanwhile we stuck every washable item in the wash- duvet, pillows, Brady’s bed and towels.  We vacuumed the carpets and steam cleaned the floors.  After washing the dog and deep cleaning the apartment we sat down exhausted.  As we’re eating dinner I say, “Look Kelly!  Another flea!!!”

She turns to look at me and says, “Joan…that’s a gnat.”

Oh.  Whoops.  At least the apartment is nice and clean though.

I know I’ve said it before, but Brady just loves hiding his chews.  Normally he has quite a bit of trouble finding somewhere in our teeny tiny apartment to hide them, but last night was laundry night so he was in luck.  I had clothes separated into piles all around the bedroom: basically Brady hiding heaven.  He ended up spending the majority of the evening alone in the bedroom hiding his chew, finding it again and then hiding it once again.

That is quite possibly the best guilty face I’ve ever seen.