Happy Mother's Day!!!!
We had a nice day today. We went to Silver Dollar City with my in-laws and the kids. We had so much fun. The boys are at a great age--or at least, my 3 year old is. He is going on rides and is just so excited about the whole thing. The baby was able to ride the carousel and the train. And he loved playing in the ball area. Balls are his favorite toys and when I sat him down in the middle of the ball area, he started laughing and squealing. It was so cute. He loved sending the balls up the big vacuum tube.
Eating gluten free in place like that was a real challenge. I had emailed some person at the park a few days ago to find out what was safe to eat for my son and I. It's a good thing I did. Turns out the french fries have some kind of coating that has gluten. The burgers are mixed with some kind of gluten. And because hot dogs have such unknown orgin with ingredients, he didn't recommend those either. So we ordered BBQ chicken and fried potatoes (I don't even know for sure if those were safe). My son ate one bite of chicken and spit it out. He started crying for a hot dog. I felt so bad. He can usually have hot dogs. It's so hard to explain these things to him. I found some applesauce (for $1.49 can you believe that?!) and we just let him fill up on popcorn and later icecream. Not going to worry too much about nutrition in a situation like that. I made him a hot dog at home. It makes me so sad for him. I can live without gluten easily. But it breaks my heart that he can't live normally. Although I'm so thankful that this is something minor and easily fixable with diet and I'm so glad we have found out so early before much damage was done, it is still sad at times.
Like in the grocery store, when he sees goldfish crackers and vanilla wafers and remembers eating them. He got so excited one day when he saw the box, and said, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, go back. Look! I want those!" and when I saw what he wanted, I had to explain that we can't eat those because they make us sick. Breaks my

Anyway, the only suck-y part of my mother's day was my husband's part. Because he was sick with the stomach flu yesterday, he did not get me or his mother a card. Now I understand why he couldn't do it yesterday, but the fact that he leaves these things to the last minute is so irritating. He didn't get his own mother anything. I got her a grandma card from my boys and a gift card for a bookstore and signed it from the boys and had my older son draw on it. It was obvious that my husband had no part in it and she always makes a big deal out of the cards he usually gives her. She cries every time he gives her a card. I'm not exaggerating. Every time. So she definitely noticed.
I thought all week about reminding him like I usually do to get a card and figure out what he wanted to get her, but I thought, no, it's his mother. He's responsible for this. So he looks like a schlub (do you like that word?) and of course I do not get any gift or card. Well, I did get some adorable gifts that my son made in preschool. A tiny planter decorated by him with paint and a foam hand cut out with a little poem. They are my first gifts from my son and I just love them.

Really until my kids are older, I feel like mother's day is more about me thinking of how lucky I am to be mother to these two sweet boys. But it would be nice to know that my husband thinks I'm a good mother and appreciates how I love our boys and all I do to raise them. But I won't get that from him. I need to stop wanting what he can't/won't give me.

Okay, I'm so exhausted from walking around all day and I still need to study, make a grocery list and a to-do list for tomorrow.

Oh, I almost forgot. About food: it looks like I have taken a free weekend. I ate what I wanted today. I didn't over stuff myself (except with icecream at the park--I ate some of my son's after I finished my own ). I don't feel mad or gross. I just feel ready to get back on track. Bring on the week!