Mother's Day

I was woken up on Sunday morning not by screaming but by a large plate of sultana sprinkled warm pancakes drizzled in butter and maple syrup. Sam had made me breakfast for my very first (US) Mother’s Day. I was even allowed to have it in bed. Fantastic.

In between breastfeeding Bill looked after Sam that morning and let me get some much needed sleep. Hoorah! Hubs had intended to take me out for lunch that day but by the time I did get up, and then Sam was fed and changed and fed and changed again it was teatime. So we went out for an evening meal instead.

In my seemingly futile quest for a decent curry I’d been wanting to try a different Atlanta curry house and there was one in Midtown I’d had my eye on for a while. Bill strapped on the Baby Bjorn and off we set with Sam snugly nestled against Bill’s chest.

The curry wasn’t bad, I ordered a Dhansak thinking that it would be fruity and thus fairly mild for Sam’s first curry but it turned out to be rather spicy and had a sharp taste to it. It was good but I did go easy on it just in case it would effect my milk adversely.

As it was my day I allowed myself a long anticipated beer with my meal. Fantastic. It’s been over a year since I last had any alcohol and it made me quite giddy and very bouncy.

After a lovely time at the restaurant being serenaded by dubious Bollywood videos on the TV monitors Bill then topped the day off with a trip to Cold Stone Creamery for a pint of ice cream of my choice. Mmmmm.

At this store you choose a base ice cream (in this case, cheesecake flavour) and then a bunch of addons (black cherries, fudge and chocolate chips) and the server scoops up a big helping of ice cream onto a cold marble slab and mixes in your requests to create a custom ice cream. Delicious. We only discovered this place recently but it is proving horribly addictive. Not good for our wallets, or our tummies (especially mine which is far too flabby already right now, thanks Sam)

Had a really nice Mother’s Day thanks to Sam and Bill. Felt really good and I had a bit of a cry during the day when I got overwhelmed by how beautiful Sam is and how lucky I am to have him. Love my baby so much. I love him to bits even though he was up all that night bawling his head off and keeping us from sleeping. Actually, that seems to be what he does every night at the moment.

6 Responses to Mother's Day

  1. vilehelm May 21, 2006 at 5:09 am #

    Ugh

    And this picture is why I chopped off all of my hair again … that is bad bad hair. 🙁

  2. vilehelm May 21, 2006 at 5:09 am #

    Ugh

    And this picture is why I chopped off all of my hair again … that is bad bad hair. 🙁

  3. downesunder May 22, 2006 at 12:03 am #

    Cold Stone….

    Sounds exactly like our Cold Rock Ice Creamery.
    I like the cheesecake ice cream with raspberries and biscuit crumbs mixed in, YUM YUM YUM.

  4. kaypow May 22, 2006 at 12:24 am #

    unappetising ice cream for undertakers?

    There’s another one in Atlanta, but its name really puts us off…Marble Slab Creamery. Sounds like dessert for morticians.

    Ooh! Sam is rolling around on his play mat gym and actually hitting the hanging animals! Can’t tell if he’s really playing or just trying to pass a poop! I suspect the latter. 😀

  5. downesunder May 22, 2006 at 12:03 am #

    Cold Stone….

    Sounds exactly like our Cold Rock Ice Creamery.
    I like the cheesecake ice cream with raspberries and biscuit crumbs mixed in, YUM YUM YUM.

  6. admin May 22, 2006 at 12:24 am #

    unappetising ice cream for undertakers?

    There’s another one in Atlanta, but its name really puts us off…Marble Slab Creamery. Sounds like dessert for morticians.

    Ooh! Sam is rolling around on his play mat gym and actually hitting the hanging animals! Can’t tell if he’s really playing or just trying to pass a poop! I suspect the latter. 😀

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