On May 2, I celebrated my 36th birthday. It's hard to believe I'm 36 and I still look this good, no? Hah!
Here I am all dressed up for the fancy dinner Adam arranged for us at Mark's that night. (Mark's is arguably the nicest restaurant in Houston, is always voted Most Romantic, and is one of our favorite places. Nice choice, honey!) It was probably one of the greatest dining experiences of my life. Since our friend Sam Major is Executive Pastry Chef there, they really rolled out the red carpet for us that night. (And the Nutella bread pudding made out of chocolate cake donuts was mind-blowing.)
Adam sent me this beautiful flower "cake". The kids were so confused by it. "Why can't we have some cake?"
This gorgeous cabinet was my birthday/Mother's Day gift this year. At last, I have somewhere to keep all of the china and crystal that has been wasting away in boxes since I married Adam seven years ago.
... And it makes a great backdrop for pictures of the kids.

The weekend after my birthday, we had a little family party with my sister Ashley and her husband Michael and our cousins the Burrs.

Adam got my favorite: a dozen cupcakes in different flavors from Crave. We cut them into quarters and everyone got to sample several different kinds.
A couple of days later, I attended the Mother's Day Brunch at Charlotte's preschool. The kids held up pictures of them with their mothers and sang "You Are My Sunshine" to us. Good thing I already know how much I mean to my baby girl since Charlotte stared at the floor the whole time she sang.
Mother's Day Sunday: This is as good as the pics got after church. Grey was grumpy, Charlotte was distracted, and my hair was doing funky things in the humidity. Oh well! Better luck next year.
The highlight of my day was the meal. Dinner started with these Taco Cup appetizers.
After Adam slaved in the kitchen for around four hours, we had ribs, roasted vegetables, a beautiful salad with feta and pine nuts, and a peach berry cobbler for dessert. It was delicious, even though the dishes were coming out the windows by the time he was done.
The tired cook with the fruits of his labor.
The kids, of course, were having nothing to do with all that good food. Applesauce and macaroni and cheese were all they wanted!