{"id":1901,"date":"2007-05-15T21:55:00","date_gmt":"2007-05-16T04:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2007\/05\/15\/all-hail-the-glory-that-is-mother\/"},"modified":"2007-05-15T21:55:00","modified_gmt":"2007-05-16T04:55:00","slug":"all-hail-the-glory-that-is-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2007\/05\/15\/all-hail-the-glory-that-is-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"All hail the glory that is Mother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hooray for Mother&#8217;s Day &#8212; the Hallmark holiday that has now surpassed Fourth of July* as my most favorite holiday.<\/p>\n<p>One of my favorite things about Mother&#8217;s Day: how touched I am that my own Mother remembers ME on Mother&#8217;s Day.  Not that we needed more evidence of her status as World&#8217;s Greatest.  My Mom is incredibly strong and perceptive (the absolute best &#8220;people person&#8221; I&#8217;ve ever met) and without question thinks more about us more than anyone (we know &#8217;cause we talk to her at least 3 times a day) but I think the fact that she remembers me not only as her daughter but honors me as a Mom just acts as validation.  I love you, Mom! <br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp2.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPuwvX8GI\/AAAAAAAAB0E\/7dJ0eWAYIQc\/s1600-h\/IMG_6087.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp2.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPuwvX8GI\/AAAAAAAAB0E\/7dJ0eWAYIQc\/s400\/IMG_6087.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018764451901538\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>My Mother&#8217;s Day began AFTER 8am, a fact that is so blissfully wonderful that I am still basking in the memory&#8217;s sweet glow.  Paul had whisked away the kids when they woke in the wee hours and allowed me to sleep.   I wandered into the kitchen to find breakfast fresh off the stove, and Paul plus one of our kids dressed.  A bouquet of flowers (from the night before, he got an early start) were there, too.  If only every morning were so serene!  <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Extra, super-special plus<\/span>: while I got dressed, he and the kids walked down to CC&#8217;s and brought back iced coffee.  I didn&#8217;t even hear them; it was a <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">complete surprise<\/span> (and I am hard to surprise).<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp0.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPvQvX8HI\/AAAAAAAAB0M\/dCAYcWGRf8k\/s1600-h\/IMG_6094.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp0.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPvQvX8HI\/AAAAAAAAB0M\/dCAYcWGRf8k\/s400\/IMG_6094.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018773041836146\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>We decided to go to the Aquarium.  We decided we wanted 1. a place where I could take pictures, and 2. air conditioning.  When we remembered we hadn&#8217;t seen the new pirate ship exhibit, we decided to go there.  Apparently, NOMA&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.noma.org\/exhibitions.html\">Femme Femme Femme<\/a> (our initial plan) doesn&#8217;t allow strollers&#8230;?<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPvgvX8II\/AAAAAAAAB0U\/Gez-zbm_PDE\/s1600-h\/IMG_6095.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPvgvX8II\/AAAAAAAAB0U\/Gez-zbm_PDE\/s400\/IMG_6095.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018777336803458\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Pictures at the Aquarium didn&#8217;t last long.  Will had an accident shortly after arrival&#8230; a big one&#8230; but we recovered.   More on Will and accidents later.<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp2.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPvwvX8JI\/AAAAAAAAB0c\/VY5-Hx-oPVs\/s1600-h\/IMG_6106.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp2.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPvwvX8JI\/AAAAAAAAB0c\/VY5-Hx-oPVs\/s400\/IMG_6106.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018781631770770\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Cutie Patootie was out with full force.  She had a blast toddling around, seemingly oblivious to the throngs of people falling over in her wake, bowled over by the incredible weight of her cuteness.<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPggvX8BI\/AAAAAAAABzc\/bdQW0737irc\/s1600-h\/IMG_6124.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPggvX8BI\/AAAAAAAABzc\/bdQW0737irc\/s400\/IMG_6124.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018519638765586\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>We liked watching the eels&#8230; for some reason, they were really active.  I was frustrated with my camera&#8230; I couldn&#8217;t get quite the exposure I wanted on any shot.  Low light challenges aside, we spent a decent amount of time in the big viewing room letting the kids point and hoot at sharks and eels.  Then we went outside to Woldenberg Park. <br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp3.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPhAvX8CI\/AAAAAAAABzk\/e6RJ7mWmzKA\/s1600-h\/IMG_6143.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp3.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPhAvX8CI\/AAAAAAAABzk\/e6RJ7mWmzKA\/s400\/IMG_6143.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018528228700194\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Then we hung out on the riverside for awhile and watched the boats.  Kate did her best to try and eat whatever she could find on the brick walk.<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp3.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPhAvX8DI\/AAAAAAAABzs\/DfVSoxVuo7A\/s1600-h\/IMG_6145.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp3.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPhAvX8DI\/AAAAAAAABzs\/DfVSoxVuo7A\/s400\/IMG_6145.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018528228700210\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Will watched the boats and ran around under the trees.<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPhgvX8EI\/AAAAAAAABz0\/rqIItWeKVdg\/s1600-h\/IMG_6148.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPhgvX8EI\/AAAAAAAABz0\/rqIItWeKVdg\/s400\/IMG_6148.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018536818634818\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Kate loved the boats, too.<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/bp2.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPhwvX8FI\/AAAAAAAABz8\/OcKNRhTIUcY\/s1600-h\/IMG_6151.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/bp2.blogger.com\/_NeoZjZL4Y_c\/RkqPhwvX8FI\/AAAAAAAABz8\/OcKNRhTIUcY\/s400\/IMG_6151.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065018541113602130\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Pretty cool to watch a huge boat come up FAST and then have to make this hair-pin turn on the river.<\/p>\n<p>It was a very relaxed and fun Mother&#8217;s Day with my family &#8212; nothing particularly profound, but something we all enjoyed together. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">*Fourth of July = grilling out, swimming pools, and fireworks<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hooray for Mother&#8217;s Day &#8212; the Hallmark holiday that has now surpassed Fourth of July* as my most favorite holiday. One of my favorite things about Mother&#8217;s Day: how touched I am that my own Mother remembers ME on Mother&#8217;s Day. Not that we needed more evidence of her status as World&#8217;s Greatest. My Mom [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1901"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1901"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1901\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1901"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1901"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1901"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}