Believe me. I love reading every one's blogs and even finding new blogs to read.
But this week I spent tons of time with Will at the park, taking walks and of course digging in the dirt. Because that's what moms of boys do.
I also have been reading lots of books during Will's nap times so, blog reading was pushed to the sideline.
Last Saturday Will and I spent the day with my sister and her family, which was really nice. We visited my mom's grave and put out some gorgeous flowers for her.
Then we decided to go down memory lane and went to the house we grew up in. The house looks so small! It was actually for sale and insanely over priced, but it was definitely cool to see it.
We then had a Mexican fiesta and some coronas to top off the day. It was nice to get the day over with but to also celebrate my mom's life.
This past Tuesday seemed to be the hardest for me only because that would have been the day we buried my mom.
People say it gets easier with time. Well. It doesn't. It is never easy. Every time I see a woman my age with her mom, I tear up. Every time I see a grandma with her grand babies, I tear up.
So people. It does not get easier with time. It just doesn't.
Yep. He licked the spoon and maybe had a couple of more spoonfuls. Because I am that kind of mom and so was my mom.