The most common phrase in our household during Mother’s Day Weekend is:
“I. Want. My. Da. Da.” — accompanied by sobs, screams, whines, pouts, or outright hysterics.
This is also the most common phrase in our household every other day of the year.
Nevertheless, it was Mother’s Day Weekend, because the calendar says so. I took my Dada-wanting kids and their precious Dada to the zoo and also for an expensive fast food lunch of Five Guys Burger and Fries.
The kids spent their zoo time scrounging for fallen pellets to feed birds and goats. Quarters to buy vending machine food? Not for this family.
Then I took a lot of boring pictures, all of which are seen here.
Marathon training this weekend has consisted of walking around the zoo and eating a lot of meat. I have eaten more meat in the past three days than in the rest of my life combined. I’m practically paleo! Burgers, meat loaf, a bagel topped with ground beef. Okay, the bagel was topped with garlic cream cheese, but at least I have garlic breath now.
For Mother’s Day, I asked Sigourney if I could have a hug. “No!” she yipped in her 19-month-old trill. “I want my Dada!”
So far Mother’s Day, I will simply enjoy my new texting phone and my bag of chocolate covered marshmallows in the peace and tranquility of children clinging to their Dada.
Happy Mother’s Day, Dada!