Happy’s Mother Day

I looked at the clock.  It was 8pm. I realized that the only thing I wanted for Mother’s Day was a picture with my kids.  Yes, I’m a bit procrastinative with these decisions.

So, they all trudged down the stairs somewhat disgruntled.  The Rockstar Nurse gently, but firmly reminded them that this was Mother’s Day.  Surprisingly, the Ringleader was pleasantly cooperative. 

Just like any other picture session with the Flamingo’s, disasters abounded.  Dogs running through pictures, children distracted by birds and camera malfunctions.

They are all looking so it feels like a mild victory.  Score 1 for mom. 

After the children’s  torture picture session, the Rockstar Nurse and I decided to pose.  We are mildly pathetic at having our photo taken together. 

I wanted to be photographed with my “mountain” man.  Each spring, the Rockstar Nurse ceases to be a nurse or a rocker.  Instead he becomes the “hunter”.   The beard is his tribute to the wild.   I endearingly call him Jeremiah Johnson.  (It’s an old 70’s film.  Google it.)   So, with a click of a camera, my Mothers Day was complete. 

Oh and of course my children were rewarded with their favorite.  The “silly” pose. Happy Mother’s Day to every mom or mom “to be”.