a mother's day dance party

My Mother's Day celebration started on Saturday evening with a wild dance party. By "wild," I mean that my son and I turned on the Saturday Night Fever channel on the IPod and got crazy on the dance floor (a.k.a. our living room). He's really got some moves. My husband and I haven't decided which one of us he got his dance skills from.

The dance party continued on Sunday... at 5:45 am... If you've never seen the sunrise while dancing to disco in your living room with your toddler, well, it's a unique and memorable occasion. One I probably didn't fully appreciate at the time, but that I will always remember.

I sure love this guy and feel so lucky to be his mom. Even if he isn't happy to be in photos with me.

Here is a photo from the night he was born. It's grainy and partially obscured by our midwife's finger and my hair is all sweaty, but I love that the joy we felt in meeting our son for the first time was captured in this photo. I still feel that joy when I see him.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there.