Happy Mother's Day...

Last night was pretty fun, okay, hardly, but it's Mother's Day and I'm trying to find that positive aura. The boys were having a hard time adjusting to the new digs. I knew that they would come around eventually but change is hard, even if it'll do you (or them) good. Jam was doing okay but Mudd was having the more difficult time of it all. At about one in the morning, Mudd was calling for me in that delicious way six month olds know best...the shriek. I couldn't let him cry for long because I worried that the new surroundings were exactly what was doing him in. I pictured him looking around and thinking "What the #@$!" It's like when you are on vacation and you wake up from your slumber and you look around and are completely disoriented until you breathe in the magnificent aroma that is 8,000 threadcount sheets and a pure down comforter...You're annoyed that you feel lost but then once you regain your composure and sit down to a glass of fresh squeezed OJ it's all good.
Mudd's going to get to that place with his new room. It's just a matter of time.